just ignore this if you hate reading depressing entries.
i always put on a facade.
A facade of an impeccable body who seems fine and alright. -
What you see me as, are illusions.
I swear.
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and now i come to realize that
im Claustrophobic.
Both physically and mentally.
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stucked in this feeble body
encumbered by past tragedies affecting one's life.
Mine own.
Im suffocating.
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Tired.
i cant explain how tired i am.
Tired of consoling myself.
yet i struggle.
Struggling to get out of nothing.
Struggling to achieve something.
I dont know.
i feel so vulnerable.
brittle.
no doubt;
Emaciated.
Inhale deeply,
its scary to see all my imperfections, show.
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i am the biggest lie to myself,
and i never ever asked to be a part of those one in a million.
that one unlucky one.
maybe there's a blessing somewhere.
but i dont know.
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i dont mean to whine. I dont mean to complain.
im sorry if it appears to be as such.
but everytime,
and i mean every single damn time this discomfort creeps in,
or whatever shit that can be associated to this thing called pain,
my mind starts to wander around aimlessly.
i get scared.
and i succumb to the paranoia which surrounds.
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-and nothing seems to palliate this stupid stupid pain.
not even those stupid stupid doctors.
or maybe they just simply cannot be bothered with me.
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---i hate having this feeling.
this horrible horrible uncertain feeling.
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stupid girl.
20 years and i am still unable to control my mind.
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its true.
Its always mind over body,
mind over soul.
but this pain is real.
helpless;
i feel.
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pieces of me, my strength, my health.
distorted. deteriorated.
i need a linchpin.
to piece everything back together.
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Normality.
Once a reality.
Now's a myth.
let me be 15 again. and forever.