thoughts like droplets flying, products of adiabatic cooling as they sweep over windward mountain slopes...condensing, vapor rejected by the very air that cradled it only moments before.
I hate myself right now.
GW1 waves goodbye as I gallop back to my starting point.
I've done this before. Many times.
I just want to be normal! After 7 fucking years of disorder. I just want not to think about anything. I want to give up.
Did well on the GREs. Not a perfect score, but higher than I'd expected.
Binged.
Profs told me my scores meant I could go pretty much wherever I want.
Binged more.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Am I scared of options?
Played with fish today for my thesis.
Drifted in and out of class.
Binged.
Don't ever give up! Everyone slips up sometimes; things will work out okay.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for following :)
xo,
Margie.