Letting go is never easy.
But it has to be done at some point,
When what it does is only holding you back and bringing you down.
But it has to be done at some point,
When what it does is only holding you back and bringing you down.
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A dysphoric since 1995. Born with low self-esteem and pure anxiety. An aspiring writer.
My antemeridiem thoughts;
they have been torturing me in every way possible, killing every nerve I had left.
they are the monsters I kept under my bed, but have escaped to the real world.
they are my hunger, they haunt me yet feed me at the same time.
they became a huge satanic part of me, to which I want them gone, for good.
I am 30% anorexic and 50% depressed and 10% anxious and 5% lost and 5% afraid. The doctors tell me I have a 75% chance of addiction and a 90% chance of dying at 60. I am a human being made up of percentages yet still I do not feel whole because these percentages do not define me. How I choose to act on them does, and there is a 100% chance that I will define myself.
My antemeridiem thoughts;
they have been torturing me in every way possible, killing every nerve I had left.
they are the monsters I kept under my bed, but have escaped to the real world.
they are my hunger, they haunt me yet feed me at the same time.
they became a huge satanic part of me, to which I want them gone, for good.
I am 30% anorexic and 50% depressed and 10% anxious and 5% lost and 5% afraid. The doctors tell me I have a 75% chance of addiction and a 90% chance of dying at 60. I am a human being made up of percentages yet still I do not feel whole because these percentages do not define me. How I choose to act on them does, and there is a 100% chance that I will define myself.
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