My heads in a really shitty place right now and I’m so mad because it so shouldn’t be but the sadness just engulfs me and I can’t help it.
I’m just sick to my stomach of being alone, which is rlly stupid because i dont make any effort because I’ve never been so fat and gross so like what’s the point anyway. I just like totally give up and wanna sleep for 2 weeks. Then wake up drop dead gorgeous with incredible skin and hair and teeth and be healthy and have a bangin body that works properly and doesn’t attack itself.
I was thinking the other day that chronic illness sufferers are unbelievably good at coping because we really just have to be. We’ve been put into a situation where we have no choice but to simply carry on and manage. We may rarely be okay, but we cope, and there’s a lot to be said for that.