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I still think about you and wonder how you're doing. Just though I should let you know.
Well anon… I think I’m doing ok. I’m tired all the time, but that’s the norm for me now a days. My neck spasmed hardcore last night, so I was in a whole lot of pain, but it’s getting better. At least I think it is. My depression has dulled to an extent… but it’s still prevelent in my life… but I’ve just been really busy so I haven’t been on here as much. I’m sorry I haven’t been around tho.
For once in my life… I’d like it if I wasn’t mentally ill. If I didn’t have all this shit surrounding me and making my symptoms worse. I’d also like it if I was completely normal. Can I wake up tomorrow and be completely normal… please?
When people say: I’m a mess
they’re not warning you off
they’re willing you closer
to see past the sadness at 2AM,
and the chain-smoking, the crying at pianists
midnight meals, foetal positions and the sulk of bottom lips
there’s something inherently vulnerable about it
‘i’m a mess’
it’s filled with a soft stark pleading you won’t hear unless you’re listening right and all it means is
‘please don’t leave me here alone.’
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