Getting ready for the chairs, the stares and light hearted chanter and banter. The kind of unthought remarks nobody pays attention to. The looks, questions and comments or concerns. The ogling and bafflement. The stiff familiar cushion of sheer panic, heightened sence of clitter, clatter and scrapes of silver on ceramics.
So much fear, the piece of wood holds me up under the weight of them bickering in my ears. Its all I hear is all they ever say. One fights for discipline the other for disappointment. We all hate what I've become.
Clitter, clatter, silver on the platter goes. Just a little less is what you need. Don't heed to her. Clitter clatter the silvers off the platter now. Thats it a little more will numb those unkeen feeling you don't need.
Clitter clatter scrapping of my platter I did it again....I should have listened to him and not gave in to her temptations.
But of course she took over........................
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I hate this.......... sorry this one was really bad.
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RandomDISCLAIMER Sometimes I can't talk to anyone about it so I'll talk on here what its like for me to live with eating conflicting disorders even then it is hard because I can't get it out or in a nice way. Some are poetic some aren't. I don't fat shame...
