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How can i pressure myself to eat and quit throwing up when I’ve absent down a fat bracket and my ally tells me she’s happy? I fully grasp she does not know but nevertheless. It is operating.
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Most of the time.. ^
And sometimes it’s empty, and then I feel nothing.
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And I can do it!!
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Drowning.
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Perfect.
Have you ever felt the pressure to be perfect? I did, so many times. Because of people around me, because of myself. I want to be perfect and people expect me to be perfect. Though deep inside I don’t want to be perfect. I just wish I was. I ‘ve prayed so many times, for being happy and for the sun inside my head to shine. The rain keeps falling, and the tears inside me break me down to the ground. Crushed by my emotions. And sometimes they’re just so build up. I can’t explain what it feels like to feel so fucked up. And then when the dark nights fall, there is just me. I feel so alone. You can stand in a room filled with people and just feel so lonely. But their still around you, but when I’m on my own, in my dark room, that’s the worst.
Sometimes I think I’m a freak, feeling things that aren´t there, seeing things, that aren´t there, hearing things I can´t explain. I´m not sure if they´re real. Am I mad? Sometimes I think so, and people around me don’t believe me. I wish someone could help me, but no one can. And I can’t help myself.
I used to be happy. Sometimes I am, just for a second. And when I realize it, it’s gone. I hope it will come back, someday. And then I will live my life like I never did. And don’t feel any pressure.
xoxo D
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Yes she is..
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yes
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