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If someone can tell me what’s making me sad today I would really appreciate it

They said remember what I have said, so I wrote it down. Gosh I was so angry and perhaps scared.

Today I completed my first 20 min exercise without interrupted pain. It is my last for a while as mother is shouting about it. I have never been more appreciative of my ability to lift myself of the floor, or see my abs, or simply close the “fucking” bathroom window. 

There is a certain sense of pride that arises in my chest every time I complete a task that used to make my bones shudder. Now I don’t even blink. I never poured my heart on paper because what use would that make. The highlight of last night was me trying to befriend a cat on the street, that is how I knew I am back, knocking on my door, as I let myself come back home to me. How little sense does that make. I have no one new because I don’t want no one new.I have no nightcalls to make, no cries for help. If I am ever in that moment I will just cross the road.That particular scented mist, that the morning darkness carries made me reflect on last September. I guess everything will be alright, in the end. 

these shoulders hold up so much they won’t budge

School starts Lets go kids ^^

The Red Hot Chili Peppers

—Can't Stop

 

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)