Exams are over and I have survived.
Life has settled perfectly this time; no disaster, chaos, fighting to keep from drowning. One brief moment of discord and then everything found their right place.
Relief.
I cannot say that losing followers does not hurt me.
I am inclined to believe that fluctuations in numbers carry with them hidden significance.
That my followers have left me because they believe I am dull and boring.
That my weight shows I am greedy and selfish.
That my grades show I am unworthy.
But none of this is true.
When the clinic doctor asks if I have been in “good health”:
What I think: well besides the usual eating disorders, anxiety disorders, bipolar symptoms… Yes.
What I say: ermm I suppose so..
Check-list for when I feel out of control:
Sometimes the light falls on my face just right.
My choice now clear:
go on or go under.
Hope, in arrears,
fades to far details.
Sometimes I feel as though there was this period in adolescence wherein I was supposed to learn how to naturally cope with this world. And because I didn’t figure it out in time, the alarm went off and the chaos was let free. That all of this could have been prevented if I just learned —on time..
Making my bed somehow makes me feel as though my day was successful.
I can see the end-line
in the distance
but like a mirage
it gets farther and farther
away
There is this void inside of me
that I negate by my obsessions
but seeps through, to remind me
that it is still here
it is always here
but never wants to be filled.