But love your enemies.


I had an episode. I feel like a failure.

The guy I am seeing was there and witnessed the whole thing.

He was so sweet and worried. That made the voices louder…and worse.

Cried for an hour and fifty seven minutes.

But I’m better alright coping fine now.


I am going on a fancy date tonight. Let’s call him Ryan.

Purple dress. Lace thigh highs. Black heels.

I am ready to fall.

Let’s do this.


Live well. Goodnight.

Medicated Perfection.


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23 years old. Student teacher. Theatre enthusiast. Music lover. Medication taker. Depressed. Bad at eating.

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