Cracks In My Tongue
All of a sudden, I'm worried about things I couldn't care less about a couple of weeks ago. Am I pretty enough? Is my skin too pale? Are my breasts too big? Or my nose? Is my voice warm and pleasant? Is the sound of my laughter annoying? Are there too many cracks in my tongue?
This is all your fault. All your fault!... My love, my love, what are you doing to me?... I was all ready to spend the rest of my life as a ghost, a living dead, when you came along... Tell me, what troubles you now? Are you worried about the cracks in your tongue too?
This is all your fault. All your fault!... My love, my love, what are you doing to me?... I was all ready to spend the rest of my life as a ghost, a living dead, when you came along... Tell me, what troubles you now? Are you worried about the cracks in your tongue too?
posted by WebKat at 3:38 AM
1 Comments:
i worry about everything; but, i always have for my own personal reasons.. but they were always just mine, my relationship with me and how i will never, ever stop hating myself.
but oh yes, it's magnified now: my skin my hair my body, my voice. i sometimes walk through a day as though you're watching, and i get oddly self conscious and nervous.
but, i am certainly not complaining.. it makes life far less lonely and cold.
:)
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