There always seems to be something upsetting you. You should relax more. It’s not that there’ s nothing coming to get you, there’s everything coming to get you…but relax anyway, just on principle. Just lie down and look up at the ceiling – a ceiling on which you can see nothing skittering, even though there is something skittering, there are so many skittering creatures on your ceiling, but forget that.
Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.”
My ex needs to get out of my dreams. It’s been a year.
So disgusted with my body lately. I’m 121. That’s 6 more than I should be. Gross gross gross.
boyfriend tells the best stories, but the greatest ones always begin with “when i was in art college in england…”