Hearing the pitter patter of feet along tile floor gives me anxiety.
Hallways seem smaller than they used to be.
Being beaconed by my full name terrifies me.
The feeling of getting shoulder checked feels more like a handshake than an insult.
Not hearing absurd accusations about what i do on my free time is suspicious to me now.
I don’t remember what it’s like not reading lies about myself on a phone screen
“Oh you’re fine” is a phrase that commonly swims through one of my ears and into the place where my insecurities live when I ask for help.
Having an emotional breakdown is as common as being tired in the morning.
Finding bruises somewhere on my body isn’t a surprise anymore.
My earphones have become my closest friend along with janis joplin, david bowie, ella fitzgerald, and frank sinatra.
I have to remind myself to take a deep breath because trying to fit into the molds that are imposed to me makes nauseous
I’m used to staying up all night to make sure I can be perfect
This may sounds like high school to you.
To me this sounds like the one who slithers lies into I love you.