"When you were little what did you imagine you'd be like?" She asked leaning in adjusting her clipboard with pages of notes. The girl sat uncomfortably on the stale cold couch shifting at the question.
"I guess... I guess I imagined I'd be pretty, popular, thin, funny, confident... happy."
"And what are you instead?"
She thought for a moment about everything she could say and finally replied " I'm nothing... I'm depressed, I'm bulimic, I've lost my damn mind, I have no one. I'm a disaster."
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Meaningless:: a collection
ΠοίησηI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
