i puked so much —

all of the pizza.

i was floating,

and then i puked.

my head hurts.

theres puke in my nose —

its sour.

at least im grounded.

this is better.

that sucked.

i puked so much.

goin up goin down

im fragile. im constantly on the verge of tears. im very easily frustrated. im in my head more than usual. im sick to my stomach — i have no appetite. i have no desire to talk to anyone. i eat melatonin like candy. ive been smoking most nights.

my heart aches. my insides are slicked with numbness.

i get anxiety when i think about ending up alone while i actively hide from those who care about me.

im scared.

im not trying to fight.

im tired.

the thoughts dance around my mind again —

i havent missed them.

theyre very loud.

i didnt realize i was getting this bad

it happened quickly

swiftly

i have to re-find my footing. i have to find pride in who i am again.

lets pull out all the stoppers

lets not be scared of what people will think

lets leave nothing behind.

im sick of living in the past

and living for other people.

i want a job.

i want to make the most of LA.

i want to be proud of who i am.

im tired.

im scared.

goin up goin down

runninghiding

feeling raw

feeling out of control

man, is that like clockwork, or what?

heart cant slow down

thoughts wont slow down

feeling nauseous.

cant be in the moment.

reeling————-

money.

boys.

leah.

body.

none of this should be sending me into a spiral,

but it is.

again.

jesus, the same shit.

im so sick of it.

im frustrated with myself.

im frustrated with my anxiety.

im frustrated with the people in my life.

displacement? or is it fair?

“youre too hard on people”

yeah, i know.

im harder on myself, so.

^not sound reasoning.

i feel stagnant.

i feel lost.

im starting to isolate myself.

i know what this means.

i have to fight it off

work with it

keep moving forward.

you cant always run home.

runninghiding

mmmeeennnnn

jesus christ —

i have to stand on my own two feet.

i have to learn.

i have to take a step back from men —

not take a break or call them off or anything

stupid like that.

i just have to remove myself

from my emotions —

just a little.

i have autonomy over my feelings.

i have control over my emotions.

i have to stop letting these men affect my mood so much.

im stronger than this.

i can do this.

i can own my life.

mmmeeennnnn

dp

i cant remember feeling at ease.

i cant remember my heart not pounding.

i cant remember when my brain was quiet

and my thoughts shut the fuck up.

i cant retreat into my mind without being assaulted.

i cant breathe without forcing air in and out.

i cant think.

i cant see.

i cant feel.

i know i’ll come back.

i have to fuCKING chill!!!!

its eating me alive —

why do i care so much?

i really like him.

i “really” “like” “him” —

do i, though?

i have no idea.

we flirted /

we laughed.

he definitely gets it,

and hes super cute,

but on a fundamental level,

we are different.

kissing him was fun,

and im glad i had the chance,

but that was all it was.

it was fun.

it was fun.

stop overthinking.

he was very nice.

i was very drunk.

and its okay!

you were surrounded by friends who are there for you

you were safe

everyone is okay.

no one is mad at you.

quiet your thoughts.

stop.

breathe.

breathe.

stop.

let it go.

dont think of the “what if”s

and be happy it happened.

hes a great guy,

and youre a great girl,

and you’ll be in touch.

im going to be sick.

im so on edge.

my head hurts.

im going to be sick.

dp