People always romanticize
mental disorders.
That is until
you can't eat right.
Your body jolts you awake every time you close your eyes.
Until you cry over your toothbrush.
And until you just can't take it anymore.
You see,
nobody gives a shit unless you're pretty
or dead.
And then suddenly they tried all they could
to support you.
Fuck that.
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Unhinged
RandomAn ongoing memoir of my life as an unhinged, impulsive person with OCD abd BPD. Written in short, narrative poems that I hope you can relate to in some form or another. Content Warning: Obsessive impulses and OCD, eating disorder (pica), cussing an...
