Measured Melancholy

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I never thought I was a perfectionist

I had a messy room, messy bed, messy mind

And yet here I am listening to the growl of my stomach like a lullaby

Because I failed yet again

Because my 89 wasn't a 98

Because I sounded clingy on the phone

Because I walked home instead of ran

But I am a warped perfectionist

Because listening to hunger feels like giving up

I used to wonder how they did it

how I longed for "self control" and "discipline"

Now I measure out my almond milk unsweetened or I cry

If it's soy I scream

100ml is 13

I measure my cereal

30 grams is 113

I pretend I like my coffee black without sugar

And wonder when I got so good at counting

-Sophia 

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