Dec 14, 2004 14:55
I believe I am getting worse.
It's quite absurd, believe me, I know.
Every time I look into a reflective surface, I see such a repulsive young adult.
I just can't stomach all that I do.
When my lips part, garbage spills onto the feet of my loved ones.
If you were to gut me, trash would pile itself onto your sneakers.
I suppose this will pass in time.
You who I love, you are good to me.
Do not let my mindset squeeze your limbs and take you out, do not let it, it is my own, it is horrid and I must cause it to crumble myself.
Be joyous, joy will cuddle with your insides, it'll keep you toasty.
It will pass.
It really is idiotic.
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