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the sun oozed under my eyelids until I couldn’t keep them shut any longer I laid there and heard the silence of my house in the morning there were birds and they sung songs that made me feel heartsick I didn’t have a hangover Sam told me, in the most nonchalant way, that he spoke about me to someone I deeply admire and they like my music first time I watched Tangled and I wanted to punch the mother in the face but I couldn’t because she is a cartoon Lyra and I both had tender tummies and painted our nails like a rainbow baths are beginning to feed into my sick games of numbing myself blatant malnourishment brash abandon of my self-worth my mind wobbled over to the fact that someone I deeply admire likes my music and that I must be more noticeable than I think I am maybe that’s not true though I swear my dog died about ten times today I am a plant and this couch is my *** Am I noticeable? when I eat too much and feel bloated, I just pretend that I’m pregnant and sometimes even talk to my stomach as if there was a fetus inside of it I don't think many people do those kinds of things when they're alone a french accent is beginning to fit me better than an english one, like finding an old dress in a closet and surprising yourself in the mirror I talked to myself all day because - loneliness
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
summary of the day: a point-form poem
the sun oozed under my eyelids until I couldn’t keep them shut any longer I laid there and heard the silence of my house in the morning there were birds and they sung songs that made me feel heartsick I didn’t have a hangover Sam told me, in the most nonchalant way, that he spoke about me to someone I deeply admire and they like my music first time I watched Tangled and I wanted to punch the mother in the face but I couldn’t because she is a cartoon Lyra and I both had tender tummies and painted our nails like a rainbow baths are beginning to feed into my sick games of numbing myself blatant malnourishment brash abandon of my self-worth my mind wobbled over to the fact that someone I deeply admire likes my music and that I must be more noticeable than I think I am maybe that’s not true though I swear my dog died about ten times today I am a plant and this couch is my *** Am I noticeable? when I eat too much and feel bloated, I just pretend that I’m pregnant and sometimes even talk to my stomach as if there was a fetus inside of it I don't think many people do those kinds of things when they're alone a french accent is beginning to fit me better than an english one, like finding an old dress in a closet and surprising yourself in the mirror I talked to myself all day because - loneliness
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
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