SicklySweet708

I cling to things. Everyone moves on but I… I only know how to root myself to the spot. I only know how to wait. 

I’m not sleeping again. 

I’m always crying these days.
          I don’t know why.

how many miles left to go
          until I can finally sleep? 

MEN DISGUST ME. THEY FUCKING. DISGUST ME. I NEVER WANT ANOTHER MAN TO TOUCH ME WITH HIS GREEDY FUCKING HANDS EVER AGAIN. I 

it’s just. it never occurred to me that i would still be sick. like when i pictured this—this dream of mine—for some reason, i just figured everything would be solved. like when i finally found my person, when i finally had my life together, everything else would just, i don’t know, fall into place with it. but that’s not how things work, is it? because here i am, with everything i’ve ever wanted, everything i prayed for—to gods i don’t even believe in—and i’m still just… god. how fucking childish. 

You want to know what I really want? What I actually want. 
          
          It’s a do-over. 

It’s easier to be sick sometimes. And I hate that. 

you are sick enough. and you deserve recovery.

a reminder that no one ever feels sick enough to go in recovery.