Blue Monday, Luc Braquet
This sleeping sickness never leaves.
Dreamed of reading my own future and being with night creatures. Mdst invited us to watch TV in his room as an ending to the night and I woke up.
When I look at older pictures of myself I think “wow I was so skeletal” but during that time I still stressed about my thighs being fat. I’m learning something about self image issues I think
It’s only through other people that I know how much weight I’m losing. I can’t see myself either.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?
(Source: mae-que-chivaaa, via bbook)