I have  spent a lot of my time in California trying to re-gain the connection between my mind and my body
I realized that I stopped communicating with myself
I feel like when I am anorexic,
I am constantly shutting out certain thoughts
And only allowing certain thoughts
In order to continue this
Destructive control
I feel like I reacted to having emotions for a man
In a very immature manner
I am really disappointed in myself
I tried to take everything so well
And I was
but my eating disorder kind of
I don't know
It made me shaky
Shaky in my bones
And thoughts
And words

I've been stuck reminiscing on memories I feel like the fall always does that
And I think I've sat in them long enough I may now move forward
I once again have to focus on respecting myself
And finding self worth outside of just my body
Because my body is shit



I was smoking a pack a day
I guess instead of meals
So now I've been averaging like 6 a day
I think that's much better

I just want to go back to New York
and stop feeling like a baby in California
I feel like a damn child here
everything is so sweet
and I can just lump around
you simply plateau here
because you can

I think I'm one of those people who gets a little affected at the lack of personal routine
But i would also consider myself to be a very good traveler
Limping on my broken toe
In heels
Ya gotsa keep goin'.

I keep thinking about
And how it's been a big part of my life from the people that loved me like family.
What if I am used to that kind of painful passion
What if I meet someone sweet
Which is my desire at the moment
But what if I become the bully now
I kind of saw that in myself when I was being mean to Eloy
It felt really good to stomp on him
Because I guess
I've never been able to make someone feel bad before
And I've never taken the oppourtunity
I think that's pretty fucked up
To use someone's kindness for my own power
And leaving them in pain
I really fucked that up
So I guess my experience with him is a lesson that I will soak in
It's unfortunate.
But what I guess that's it.

Am I even ready to be in a relationship?
Is that what I even want?
Am I pressuring myself?
I don't know, I have this longing inside of me
It's physical
There's my mind that wishes to be some kind of de humanized creature
I want to just
live in my passion
and float smiling throughout all the beautiful things there are to experience in this world
I want to love and let go
And be loved
And I want every touch of skin to be made  of velvet
But it's not like that
My skin bleeds, and velvet can be made out of shards of glass
I might swallow the spit that we mix together
But that shit the vinegar that makes my throat raw
And my mind numb in this blinder manner where everything I've ever taught myself is something that I forgot
Literally I was INVISIBLE a moment ago.
Boys turned me down,
And I laughed
And danced
And slept well every night

I felt strong in my vulnerability.
But I think that I've retracted a little bit however not too far back where I can't make it back easily.

I'm uncomfortable around my dad now
There's some kind of anger that I have for him
But I don't understand it yet.

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