Once again I’ve lapsed in my posting. Busy with work, and window displays, just like this time last year.
I’ve also been:
crying (found my tears)
but not throwing up (any more)
not cutting myself (except that once)
hardly eating (silver lining)
doing running-ballet torture-running-biking exercise marathons (“Conquer Thyself”)
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Conquer thyself, little sarah, you foolish mother fucker. I love your aching guts.