Sometimes.
faultedxintimacy: There is this gnawing at my chest. This hole that continues to grow.
It makes my constant feeling of loneliness grow into something that becomes unmanageable.
It makes my constant need for affection explode.
It tricks me into thinking, I am not enough for it to ever be filled, though I am the only one with the power to fill it.
This gnawing causes this great need for someone to hold me until I feel better.
Call the surgeon, mend the pieces.
I am very conflicted with my scars - I love them to death yet I wish they would disappear. I see them fading and instantly want to create more and yet when they have healed - I wish I hadn’t. It’s like having two people inside of me at constant war with each other… my illnesses always win
GPOY
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Confession:
I know I’ve said this but words mean nothing. All words are empty, as much as they sometimes fool me. As much as I use words, they will forever be empty.
The only way any words can mean anything at all is if action is being taken. This is why I try my hardest to keep my word, otherwise I waste my breath.
So yes people make me promises, they say they will do things, they say they wont etc. but it all means nothing.
I have become very aware of how fat I am.
How I jiggle.
How I have become very uncomfortable in my own body.
I want to hack away at the fat.
But I can’t I need to work at it.
Whether it be healthy or not.
In my dream I am falling through darkness.
In my dream I fall forever.
