on my own, here we go

And every day that you want to waste, that you want to waste, you can
And every day that you want to wake up, that you want to wake, you can

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so since i gave up on sleeping, i decided to go through my photobooth and delete all the junk. and i didn’t realize how like… personal? (not really the right word, but i’m drawing a blank) it would be. like just a lot of memories from when my life was so different. there’s pictures of me when i was happy. there’s a ton of pictures from when i got my nose pierced and i was obsessed with it. there’s videos i took when i was stoned and just being silly. there’s pictures from when i went to my friend’s prom and i was wearing a size 3 dress (i know most of the girls in the ED community were like a 3 at their HW, but 3 is super small for me), there’s pictures of my at my LW and i look so happy and it’s triggering as fuck. like my life was so much better then. now i’m just a fat, depressed loser.

i like who i was so much better than who i have become.

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