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You know those times where you just look down at yourself, at your arms, at your hands, at your chest, you watch your breaths seep in and out of your lungs, watch your left breast rise and fall depending on how fast your heart is pounding. Or when your hearts not pounding at all. It's one of those times. The weather is sickening. It's like, sad. I feel like running really far in the woods and laying all mangled on the ground with dirt on my face-smearing down my arms staring at something completely unimportant like a bent leaf with some dumb black mark on it. Jumping from life altering ideas to worthless things that run through your mind. I don't even want to go there because it'd be too close. I want to run to a deserted island. No one else in the world. But you, if you wanted to come.. Please be a REALationship. I wonder if people manipulate forms of depression with eating disorders, sexual disorders, body image disorders.. basically any disorders? Who defines disorders.. fuck off society. Self control = Control over emotions?