Sometimes i wanna text my old therapist and tell him i still think about things he's said, like how I'm super sensitive to other peoples feelings. Anyway i didn't wanna take my meds today for some reason, but i did it anyway and I'm glad i did bc what would this weight in my chest be like if i hadn't?
mh -, overextending the metaphor
The fucked up part is that I miss this wall. I can still make out the imprint my body left here. This wall was my only constant for so long that it feels like home. Maybe it's good that I can only visit now. But the things that trapped me there in the first place haven't stopped trying. It's so strange to notice how they send me back, but nothing keeps me there anymore.
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