And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them larger.
Bigger.
There is no place anymore in your soul.
So you need to make space.
Have space.
C=Control, H=haunted, A= amazed, N= never, G= god, E= empty.
I'll Start with my circle over again, just the way around.
You won't see me in light yellow dresses anymore, just with dark blue Jeans and a pullover, converse shoes won't be my favorite anymore, Friends I will leave, Book I will read, no more responding to romantic sheets.
Indeed I will again Start with a shattered routine, that will cromble one day my life together, how god to other people does.
No more talking and .
Here I am, admitting it.
I will get skinny and won't stop.
That is my final sentence: ,,I won't feel comfort anymore.", there is no comfort to be in when there is no court.