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Ember Evanescent Feb 2015
I want to text him



right now.
please, I'm not strong enough to stop myself...
Ember Evanescent Jan 2015
You drunkenly texted me regarding how I'm supposedly "Really pretty"
and how you can "only imagine how much prettier I've gotten" since you last saw me
Well, what makes you think time increases beauty?
Especially when I had none to begin with?
Well, alright yes
My beauty has multiplied by exactly 85 times as much as it used to be
*0 times 85 is still zero though
I hate when he texts me when he is intoxicated. how did a summer romance come to mean too much to me?
Ember Evanescent Dec 2014
I as much as I hate to admit it,* I honestly love him more than the sun.



Although...

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I absolutely despise the sun with fiery loathing...



So I suppose that leaves him in the *
*"I really hate you" slot...
It's not like he "broke my heart" or some **** I wasn't "in love" with him I'm not even totally sure I believe in romantic love anymore after him and everything else, but he DID hurt me either way and I DID like him. :/ Idk. Whatever. It's just that, he is a trigger for me when something negative happens involving him, one of my "moods" kick in where I feel so worthless and ugly and horrible.

Don't ask why I loathe the sun. I know, I know it gives me life etc. etc. blah blah blah I KNOW. I know I tend to enjoy my life more with the Sun in it, but I still hate it. Actually, same goes for him too.
Ember Evanescent Dec 2014
You will never ever find out
I wore long sleeves
For a while
For a reason
A very twisted
And ****** reason

You will never find out
That I starved myself
For 5 years
Because I
Was never enough
For myself

You will never find out
I tried to **** myself
At the age of 11

Because
Girls
Can be mean and
Bullying
Eventually
Gets the better of you
And when they hate you
Pretty soon
You hate yourself too


You will never find out
I wore black
For a long time
To reflect my inner depression
But I was depressed
Long before that
For years


You will never find out
I may or may not
Have dysmorphia
I really don't think so
But my mother gets more
And more worried
Everyday
When I mutter to myself
Just out of habit
How hideous and worthless I am
When I turn out the lights
In the bathroom
When I am not wearing make up
So I do not burst into tears
Because of the shame I feel
Of my ugly, ugly face
But it's real
The mirror shows me the truth
A disease of the mind
Is not distorting
My vision
Of myself

You will never find out
How broken I was
For a very long time

And I am glad
Because you couldn't have handled it anyway.
He believed me when I said I was fine. *******.
Things I am so glad I never told the **** I liked so much for a while.

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