I didn't do my year-in-review this year because I didn't want to.
I found out this weekend that another close family member has an eating disorder. This will make 3. (What's wrong with us?)
My nose is bleeding again. This time: a lot, enough to get wobbly.
I am working on a poem. It is about my feelings. (Great.)
I'm not sure how I stand with anything or anyone right now. (Least of all myself.)
My lip is cracked; I'm bleeding from everywhere.
I don't want anything right now. I feel oddly devoid of need.
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