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The Seasons Have Changed and So Have We
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”Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” - Kate Moss
She was kind of a bitch for saying it, but oh God, how it’s true.
Last time you held me you were surprised and said, “you lost a lot of weight.” I replied, “that’s what depression and insomnia and a neglective mother do to you.”
I lost the weight because of the trauma you put me through, so thanks… I guess.
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So yesterday I told my current boyfriend about bruises my ex boyfriend left on me. Fuck me. I ended up sounding like a pathetic victim while my ex sounded like the contents of nightmares. He isn’t a dream any longer, but those bruises were a two way street. The point is that we left them on each other. His reaction was rightfully angry, yet it makes me scared to tell him about some of the other things that have happened. Am I being silently judged? I’m either the crazy ex girlfriend who was in some awful abusive relationship or the pathetic, sniveling skinny girl who walked around with black eyes constantly because she didn’t know how to defend herself. I don’t like those options, especially since neither of them are true. Yes, it is wrong to hit a girl, but it’s just as wrong for a girl to hit a guy. I’m not defending him, yet I’m not condemning him. It would be wrong to do so and imprison him in his humanity while I am equally the same thing. Human.
And the breaking point of humans at an escalated state is surprising.
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