my weary hands
in an exhausted state of mind, I write a short fall into my insecurities with my body. It is brief and not too deep.

my hands are sluggish, my head is heavy, and every muscle aches. I am so tired and my need for a clean bed isn't letting me nap.

And also, why the frick has my school changed the order of the busses? who asked for that? I got on the wrong bus and walked a bit less than an hour to get to my house. On the bright side, i lost a pound walking. On the down side, i was too tired to make a proper meal so i ate chips for dinner and gained back that pound.

I am so goddamn conflicted about my body too. At times, i am so happy with my body since i am so cuddly and sweet. Other times, I feel as if i am a pig who has no self control and if i died i wouldn't be confined to the burden of my body.

I know some of my friends will read this, and that's ok with me. I'm gonna voice out opinions that i have never really been prompted to give out so i'm spewing things here.

when i become roommates with my friends, i will absolutely walk around in my PJs which is usually short shorts and a tee that i wear the next day. I know that at days i will feel super uncomfortable with wearing those clothes, even if they're around my friends just out of my hate for my body, but also my clothes serve as a sort of way to make me feel comfortable in my own skin since i do look really good in my PJs in my opinion.

scatterbrain, for i have been drained of energy and i am water-deprived.

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