Binge eating last night, makes me feel so bad about myself afterwards. Did some binge shopping too, although i didn’t think about it that way at the time, and i can use the stuff i bought, and i didn’t spend money i don’t have, but it wasn’t exactly in my plan either. Anyhow.
It’s a new day. Starting over.
“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
however you choose to see it
and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”
i can’t say i feel like that exactly, but i like the sound of feeling that way. If that makes any sense at all. And even if it doesn’t.