My name's Marissa. I woulda deleted this a long time ago, but it's probably one of the only things that keeps me sane. I suffered from depression and an eating disorder last year, and this is one of the only things getting me through each day. I'm not ashamed of my struggle, and I guess I'm just trying my best to stay positive and release all my negativity into this sight.
~ Saturday, September 20 ~
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
But every so often, I catch a glimpse of my life out of the corner of my eye, and am rendered breathless by it.
~ Friday, September 19 ~
It’s 2am and I took seventeen shots of vodka trying to forget your name but the only name I forgot was mine and sober or drunk you’re the only thing on my mind.
You’re eyes lit up when you talked about him or heard his name. And you always had this genuine smile when you were with him. Your eyes don’t light up anymore and I hardly see you smile now. It must’ve really hurt. It must still hurt.
That’s the trouble, I can’t forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.
Why Do we love them so much?
Were woman we have to love them even though they do the most stupidest shit and we fall easily, we love and love hoping they’ll give up everything for us
Start ignoring people who threaten your joy. Literally, ignore them. Say nothing. Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.
~ Saturday, September 13 ~