#not poetry
would it be weird if I wrote something about my dog
me n my plants have decided that love is just not for me
Sure I’m not as skinny as I used to be but god do I love not starving myself anymore
Wanna write some poetry but also its like half 2 in the morning and I should be sleeping. Also not sure what I wanna write about. See the thing is a lot of the time poems just like the words flow out of me but a lot of it lately has been about things I’ve been struggling with and I don’t really want to put myself in that headspace you know?
I definitely find writing like that cathartic on one hand but on the other it is very emotional and I definitely have some more shit I need to get off my chest but I think tonight is not a night for that. I’m having a relatively good day which is really nice for once I just can’t sleep and I seem to have regained my appetite again cos I cannot stop fucking eating it’s like I’m making up for the fact all week I’ve struggled to eat much/properly and now suddenly I just want to eat everything lol.
Gonna be sharing some more poetry tonight I think. It’s just one of those days…I thought I did pretty well with self care but I was one little thing from falling downwards I was having a good day but with bpd that’s all it takes the smallest tiniest thing just pushes me over the edge and I fucking hate it but what can I do? Right now, very little.
I’m trying but there’s only so much and sometimes it’s not enough but that’s life, or at least that’s life for me and probably for others with this disorder too tbh.
