Hopefully I Know How To Better Manage My Eating Habits By The Time I Bring Children Into My World. I

home sweet home

i don’t do this a lot but i decided to try my hand at venting, which i’m regrettably posting online. this is a warning for the angsty block of text underneath.

i just want someone to talk to who isn’t my therapist or my friends or my parents or my nutritionist or my school counselor or my sister or my diary or myself. i want to talk without trying to fix whatever i brought up. i don’t want to soil my reputation to my friends and sister by opening up about the things i struggle with the most.

i am sick and tired. sick of being tired and vice versa. talking about my problems with an adult will land me in some mental institution… and talking to my friends will destine a strain on our relationship.

also i think a lot of people are sick of hearing about the same problems i do bring up, discouraging me to continue doing so. the vicious cycle of guessing what people are thinking about me and closing myself off from others has resulted in a drought of happiness.

i remember ten years old, pretending to spread my wings and fly; running around my school’s playground, waving my arms.

the second lunch ended, id drop my lunchbox on the floor and run out of the cafeteria; feeling my feathers pick up🕊️

need this kind of privacy

oh you’re joking. im taking out a mortgage for this corset hooly

vivienne westwood 1992 bridal corset