i'm tired i'm so ******* tired. i didn't ask for any of it- not the scars, not the pills, not the anxiety or obsession or disordered thoughts i never wanted this. because when you're thirteen you don't think that within the next three years you'll have four mental illnesses. nobody ever predicts that they'll have a collection of cuts, of failed recoveries and subsequent relapses. nobody wants to be a burden. nobody wants to be trapped in their own mind and i can't tell if it's depression, or the eating disorder but God, i'm exhausted. i don't want to carry this anymore. (i never did.)
you know it's bad when i'm writing poetry again ****