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When the feelings subside... From the negative self talk to the self-hatred. From the disordered eating to depression and anxiety. From trauma to substance abuse. When all of that and more subsides... I will listen to "The Only Thing" by Sufjan Stevens. I will lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, debating all that's whole in the world. I will turn my head to see a human looking back at me, as to remind me i'm so much more than myself in a world that beckons to hear me. When the feelings of guilt, shame, and self-loathing subside and the light seems to shine over a trillion clouds with a small smile from the heavens -if i were the poet to believe in heaven- i will draw with my favorite pen and write a letter to someone i once despised yet never send it because **** actual feelings and **** spending money on stamps when the feelings of disgust and squirminess decide to run away, and i'm left with a black hole of anger i will simultaneously cry and scream while running away from everything i once believed i will block a person or two, feeling utter regret rant about three more times, and return to the life i call home.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
When the Feelings Subside (Pt 2.)
When the feelings subside... From the negative self talk to the self-hatred. From the disordered eating to depression and anxiety. From trauma to substance abuse. When all of that and more subsides... I will listen to "The Only Thing" by Sufjan Stevens. I will lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, debating all that's whole in the world. I will turn my head to see a human looking back at me, as to remind me i'm so much more than myself in a world that beckons to hear me. When the feelings of guilt, shame, and self-loathing subside and the light seems to shine over a trillion clouds with a small smile from the heavens -if i were the poet to believe in heaven- i will draw with my favorite pen and write a letter to someone i once despised yet never send it because **** actual feelings and **** spending money on stamps when the feelings of disgust and squirminess decide to run away, and i'm left with a black hole of anger i will simultaneously cry and scream while running away from everything i once believed i will block a person or two, feeling utter regret rant about three more times, and return to the life i call home.
i think i'm learning how to love something again
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18/FTM/Madison, WI
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
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