Haven’t been feeling like writing lately. Feeling mostly not depressed, or better than that, feeling genuinely good, inhibits me. I feel like going back on promises and rubbing my tummy. I leave the lint in my belly button so it can accumulate and become skin again. My new metal belt is chafing against my hips, I’m vaping again, but beauty is pain and just can’t quit or whatever. I want to get caught so maybe the family will talk and I can be honest about everything.
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