I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into, if I was drunk in a room with every person I have ever loved.
The real question is who in that room would still catch you.
woah. this was already intense, but that last comment hit hard.
|Me:||I'm feeling quite good today.|
|Body:||How? You're fat.|
|Self harm:||How? I'm on your arms as proof you are not.|
|Mirror:||How? Look at yourself.|
|Paranoia:||How? Your friends hate you.|
|Mind:||How? You're total failure.|
|Me:||Oh, right, yeah.|