I think about how I wish I was still as pretty as I used to be or as thin and I wish I didn’t think these things but they are a distraction from thinking about other worse things so in a way I am grateful.
Today I went to school, then I went to therapy. I bought socks and a bra and an eyebrow pencil and toothpaste. I’m going to do laundry and waiting for R. I’m about to skype my mother.
I feel ok.
"4. Thirst [untranslatable]"
I never write on tumblr anymore, I think I’ll start to again! Not that I ever wrote at length.
More importantly, my therapist told me I look cute today.