I cried in the bathroom with a slow dance playing outside

It's getting worse.

I thought I was past this.

I thought I was getting better.

Why are the walls closing in again?

And the worst part is,

I can't cut my hair or pierce my nose this time.

I can't let anyone know.

I want to text someone and tell them, like,


I'm not doing too great right now."

But how the fuck do you start that conversation, you know?


"Hey, how you doing?

Good?Β  Great.

I'm not.

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Help."

I can't do that.


I'm scared.

Thank God I don't meet the people who read these.

I hate people knowing that.


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