i never couldve anticipated just how much my disorder has deteriorated my brain.

i try to adapt, to the best of my abilities, but it grieves me. i’m genuinely worried i’ll be too far gone to fully realize my visions, if i’m not already.

isn’t it the part in between words

hi

about still being loved when i am someone else

worried about this constantly

it’s already happening

i crave to know what it feels like.

im your bird in a cage. im your girl next door. im your therapist. im one of your many french girls.

i understand now. im just gonna keep being treated like this over and over. there really is only one way out lol