Big *** label, right here.
Mom, don't believe it. Your psych degree is better (she has none).
Deny it. I dare you
But I did hide, for you.
Made it seem alright.
Did you a favor that's hurting me now.
Bubbles rolling up into my belly and into my arms and flow through my tongue and fingers and
Maybe I'll scream.
Down I go then, just wait a bit.
Better not say I want it. (the big S)
Meds would follow, I say gross.
**** fine. I'm just **** fine. Happiest chick you'll ever meet.
B
M
D
A nd it was first
D iagnosed as this, with bouts of
H ormonal
D epression.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
Big *** label, right here.
Mom, don't believe it. Your psych degree is better (she has none).
Deny it. I dare you
But I did hide, for you.
Made it seem alright.
Did you a favor that's hurting me now.
Bubbles rolling up into my belly and into my arms and flow through my tongue and fingers and
Maybe I'll scream.
Down I go then, just wait a bit.
Better not say I want it. (the big S)
Meds would follow, I say gross.
**** fine. I'm just **** fine. Happiest chick you'll ever meet.
B
M
D
A nd it was first
D iagnosed as this, with bouts of
H ormonal
D epression.
Yea, depends on your view on labeling peoples minds. For those around me its easier to say that its all a choice.
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