Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Post from 2011

Who am I if I'm not suicidal?
What is life like?
Where am I uncomfortable because I'm not suicidal?
It feels anxiously flat, a nervous nothingness
So I feel OK waking up in the morning, I can accept being alive for another day but what do I do with this day to make it worth living?
I enjoy my pancakes with jam
I appreciate the trees while we go running but
I'm not making anything I'm not
serving anyone I'm
just living
I'm not in the level of pain to which I had become painfully accustomed
I still want to get small enough that I disappear
I don't feel I deserve to 

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