The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
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I hope 2017 is the year you realize that you don’t need anyone’s permission to enjoy the little things you like
I managed to pick up my camera the other day for the first time, properly, in years. I had a fun little play about with various stuff. With not having photoshop any more, I downloaded a new editor and had fiddle with that as well. Here you see the end result. It’s not fantastic but it IS symbolic. And that’s why I wanted to share it. My illnesses prevent me from indulging in the things I love and joy, as a form of self punishment and denial. It was a real challenge to allow myself to do this. I might not ever win the war against my disordered and diseased brain, but I will continue to revel in the little victories. After all, that’s what keeps us going.
a man to a sad woman: you are beautiful and hot and sexy and that’s why i talk to you. cheer up ☺️
>2025
>me crabby
>hob lobber maybe?
>be a twew-man
>flongs my gl8
>wew. my storps have been florped.
>florped storps
>no flab wops
>lotototot lempo
>no junts
>thinks storps need to be florped
>this phuntus
>i have a receding hairline
>i’m losing hair from my head
