#fake

It was a quiet day. I mostly relaxed as I'm supposed to do, and I tried to think about how the heck I'm going to manage. I started to submit a long post, but I went with the abbreviated version instead. Sat. is the only day I get to rest. Then it's the same ole…

But I’m such a perfect girl. The way that my illness reminds me to hold all my secrets inside myself, lest someone see something undesirable, is so ladylike.   But I’m such a perfect girl. Feigned purple fairytales and sober nights is what makes up a woman, right?   But I’m such a perfe...

i have the prettiest poker face. smile. eyes wide. raise an eyebrow. then pass it off like you don care. fake a laugh if you ever need to cry. it's crazy to think that this method has been indoctrinated into me from birth, that it has now become the flesh and bones of my soul.…