"I don’t need your organization; I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains, and marked your cards.
But Eden is burning; either brace yourself for elimination,
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards."
My face: http://eden-is-burning.tumblr.com/tagged/me
i wish calling out of work because your mental health is compromised and you woke up crying was a legitimate excuse to people
so instead i lie and say the penicillin i’m taking is making me sick.
because no one respects depression, and the fact that i just can not face another day without breaking into so many pieces. no one has respect for “i just can’t take this existence today, i feel too sad and too hopeless.”
there’s so much i need to try to do, like find another job, but i’m so weak and worn through, the only thing that would make me whole is running away from this awful place and never returning.
mr fireman hurt his shoulder pretty bad in a fire, pulling a woman out of a window. said he slipped on the ladder 6 stories up.
we’ve been kind of off lately, but we still talk, and i’ve come to realize that petty chemical emotions aside, he is someone i’m just glad to have met. i’m glad that i can call him a friend, and i’m glad for the intimacy he’s shown me, and i just consider myself lucky that he came across my life. he’s taught me more about life, this city, and myself that he’s become one of the best things i’ve found here.
he’ll always be new york to me.
i just took a long hot shower, shaved my bits and pieces, dried my hair, and massaged aloe lotion alllll over this limby fleshy vessel.
now i’m lounging naked in bed drinking hot tea actually feeling a little better.