You know what I wish?
I wish I could speak to someone who understands what it’s like having an ACTAUL ED. Not just “oh my god I didn’t eat breakfast I’m so anorexic” haha. Fuck you.
I wish I could speak to someone who understands having to be a mother to your own mother.
I wish I could speak to someone who understands what it’s like to not know yourself because you’re always looking out for someone else.
Because you are always having to be the person who is there for everyone; the person that no one is there for.
The therapist.
The one who swallows their pride because how dare they have an opinion.
How dare they have feelings.
How dare they be a person.
How dare they be a person and not a therapist.
Miller's Girl (2024)
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley
Pray to God, say goodbye Make amends ‘cause it’s time Metal death with my scythe Titanium spine I ignite
Quake (1996)
Sorry, I didn't text back. Everything has been a lot lately.
My bpd symptoms aren't that bad if I don't care about anything, or let anyone get close to me, or leave my house or
sorry for being distant all of a sudden, it was either that or screaming and crying and saying irreversibly damaging things to you after you ignored my feelings in favour of yours once again (I can't tell if I'm overreacting or not)
The Other Side by Dean Cornwell, 1918
When you need to work from home and still live with your parents.
And all of your safe foods are at work, and you just sit there with raging thoughts of “What am I going to eat? Shit. If I don’t have something small and low calorie then I’m going to binge, and if I eat anything in this house I’m going to binge, and if I -“
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