ten hundred houses fall

sometimes i think about becoming anorexic again just to prove i used to have an eating disorder.

yes, i am a woman and fucked up things have happened to me. i am not lying about all of them.

sometimes it is not clear what are lies and what are not lies.

that is not my fault and not my problem.

i have been picking the same scab on my head for an entire week now. how the fuck can a scab last so long?

when i was in college, i changed my major(s) when i was one course away from graduating so i would be able to graduate without passing math. long story, you fill in the blanks. the advisor told me that in the past week, the requirements for said major had changed and i would have to take 15 more credits than i thought i would need. i started panicking and breathing heavily, and this woman (it was a woman) grabbed my shoulders and said “ma’am, you are being hysterical.”

this happened to me another time. i had just crawled out of a car wreck. our car was upside-down in a ditch with another car on top of it. in the midst of this car wreck, my shorts caught onto a piece of hanging metal and i actually dove back into the wreckage to avoid being seen in my underwear. i stood back and looked at the wreck and started to hyperventilate. a stranger (a woman) came up out of nowhere and grabbed me and shook me and said, “ma’am, you need to calm down NOW.”

i need to do laundry today or i won’t have any bras to wear that don’t feel like crappy lace bondage.

i said that for the lols and realized bras are supposed to be crappy lace bondage. um, duh.

i just put some witch hazel on my zits and it smells like rapey dentist gloves.