this girl is breaking. this girl feels cold whenever she reaches into her chest to pull out a word and comes up with damp fingers and an empty mouth. THIS GIRL SHOULDN’T IGNORE PEOPLE WHEN SHE’S BEING SPOKEN TO.
this girl has to kick her foot out as she opens a door. this girl is counting, counting more than she did in elementary school when she walked up stairs bouncing her left foot on every multiple of seven and clicked her tongue every time she reached fourteen.
this girl is tearing her cuticles to shreds and crying every time she realizes she’s hacking away at what used to make her smile. this girl recognizes that’s a good metaphor for her life. this girl is being yelled at for not having good nails, good skin, WHY IS SHE DOING IT? WHY IS SHE RUINING HER NAILBEDS? SHE’S GOING TO REGRET IT WHEN SHE GETS OLDER. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING WRONG.
this girl is crying too much and when she broaches the subject with the only people who could do anything she can’t hear what they say back and it’s because of what she’s talking about but no one listens. the only thing that listens is her head and she’s too absorbed in it already.
this girl’s thoughts move too fast to focus on a conversation, and SHE’S SO SORRY SHE’S NOT FOCUSED LIKE YOU NEED HER TO BE BUT SHE’S DOING HER BEST.
this girl feels bloated every time she eats and would prefer to live on tea and fairy dust, but she doesn’t want to be sick so she works on it. this girl expects the disapproving glares every time she has the courage to eat bite by bite.
this girl is breaking and is trying so much it’s tearing her limb from achy limb and everyone says it’s not enough.
— THIS GIRL IS TRYING TO PLEASE YOU | swallowedsquall