Heaven is books and bathtubs.
Every morning, just as the mind activates itself for another day of thoughts, there is a moment. A moment between sleep and life.
"relapse" they declare. you shrug. the word means nothing to you. you've heard it so many times that you've forgotten the difference between relapse and that other state of being...what is it.
It's all empty. I don't know why this happened. I don't know what it means. I do know that I feel guilty. A writer must practice her craft.
'That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.' -Elizabeth Wurtzel.
Just left Facebook and instagram. Sick of the bullshit mostly including engagement/marriage boasts and photos of babies. These are personal things people. No one wants to see your ultrasound pics.
To stop treating myself like an object. To stop hating parts which make myself whole. To stop participating in the objectification of other women and men.
Today would have made a great memory. Time, always time..