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BigFootsPrincess
I'm not doing so hot-- it's hard for me to admit to the people I love, because they've seen me in so much pain already... it's nice to not be looked at like I might implode at any moment. It's nice to have my loved ones' confidence again, after a string of dramatic incidents from assaults to overdoses... nice to not bring the drama.
But things are hard. I can't sleep, been feeling physically ill, and obsessing over details and flashes of experiences that haunt me. The basement, tied up, spread wide, the pain, blindfolded, the smells and all their urgencies, their voices, whispers, reeking, burning, chemical haze... I'm engulfed by it. More memories- Resting on a knee, calloused hands adjusting the skirts of my dress. More memories- pressed down atop the bottom bunk, the walls, his body, and me- becoming magician. Me- a disappearing girl. I'm going mad... how can I call any one of my friends and say:
I need to talk to you ? I mean, really, do I?
Or, I could really use a friend.
I need help... I've been doing so well, but I'm slipping. Then What?
I think I'm under too much stress... I haven't been holding up well. What's that even supposed to mean?
Will you please let me tell you how afraid and sad I've been... and will you please tell me you still love me after, that you don't think I'm the worst thing alive? I get stupid about friendship when I get depressed- I somehow forget it can be directed at me.
But things are hard. I can't sleep, been feeling physically ill, and obsessing over details and flashes of experiences that haunt me. The basement, tied up, spread wide, the pain, blindfolded, the smells and all their urgencies, their voices, whispers, reeking, burning, chemical haze... I'm engulfed by it. More memories- Resting on a knee, calloused hands adjusting the skirts of my dress. More memories- pressed down atop the bottom bunk, the walls, his body, and me- becoming magician. Me- a disappearing girl. I'm going mad... how can I call any one of my friends and say:
I need to talk to you ? I mean, really, do I?
Or, I could really use a friend.
I need help... I've been doing so well, but I'm slipping. Then What?
I think I'm under too much stress... I haven't been holding up well. What's that even supposed to mean?
Will you please let me tell you how afraid and sad I've been... and will you please tell me you still love me after, that you don't think I'm the worst thing alive? I get stupid about friendship when I get depressed- I somehow forget it can be directed at me.