A constant stream of justifiable lies. Contorts what I want from my life.
What used to seem impossible is now my reality
but I'm not so sure I want it anymore
because it is different
so different than what I thought it would be
Is it worth the games I'm forced to play in order to dream?
Today is hard but tomorrow will be worse because I will wake up to hate
reflected back at myself
There are so many things I should do. There are so many things I should want.
Do we not define our own success? Each to their own version of happiness?
But all I keep thinking is
I shouldn't be eating
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
A constant stream of justifiable lies. Contorts what I want from my life.
What used to seem impossible is now my reality
but I'm not so sure I want it anymore
because it is different
so different than what I thought it would be
Is it worth the games I'm forced to play in order to dream?
Today is hard but tomorrow will be worse because I will wake up to hate
reflected back at myself
There are so many things I should do. There are so many things I should want.
Do we not define our own success? Each to their own version of happiness?
But all I keep thinking is
I shouldn't be eating
cp
Fear has been eating me up inside.
I'm a dancer who is not sure she can stand another glance in the mirror.
