i stare at the smudged mirror long enough
to break into fine dust at the distorted grotesque that stared back
there goes that annoying crying episode every. single. day
even i'm annoyed, even i'm tired of myself
but i do not have a choice
i have to wake up everyday to see the same thing
the same misery
deal with it
did i eat too much again? everyday?
my stomach bloated even after all that vomiting
bless your eyes
unclipping my culottes every single weekday
and my poor jeans on the weekends
only to be tainted by own my own blood and flesh
yet the very pair asks "why don't you eat?"
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Non-Fictioni feel dumb with my very little contextual knowledge of the world & i find it hard for anyone to possibly understand me but it's fine that's why i have Wattpad ∩(︶▽︶)∩ this is my safe place to vent out my unworldly thoughts hehe feel free to relate...
