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“I seem to de addicted to something that doesn’t exist.”

the cover and a selection of pages from the fabric book I just finished, This summer I spent a lot of time sleeping with my head in a pool of moonlight.

es - crying

- ”im taking a break from tumblr” *comes back after six hours*

-  constantly wanting to do that huge scream regina george does in mean girls after she finds out she’s been eating weight gain bars

- having the diagnostic criteria for your disorder memorized because you’ve read the DSM article so many times

- every time you change your icon or your blog theme you’re a completely new person for a couple days

- having to watch people armchair diagnose evil people with your disorder (and then they don’t listen to you when you correct their information because you’re not a person to them)

- either hyperempathy or none at all. it’s a lottery.

- vivid daydream about dramatically stabbing yourself in the heart

- “people only like me because im manipulative and i tricked all of them” (the last time you manipulated someone was when you took pictures of things that weren’t pizza for a domino’s coupon a year ago)

- why are we here? just to suffer? every day i have to unpack a new behavior

- i’m that b!tch in the mirror and i’m That B!tch in the mirror

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