(Never ends, does it?)


(I wish to be able to divorce my inner being from this disfigured ugly shell I’ve been inhabiting and let everyone tear it apart, layer by layer, fatty tissue by fatty tissue. It’s the only way I can realise how most things in life that once seemed to mean the whole world to you, really don’t when its at the expense of your own self. Where you look at things from the outside in & it gives you a much wider perspective on the issues that may end up killing your psychological, physical & spritual self.)


The insides of my mouth feel weird, all chewy & puffed out.
I feel like scratching it out raw with a fork or something.