It's not healthy to be me these days. And I'm not just talking about all the ways I manage to injure myself. I mean, within the span of a month I bruised the absolute crap out of my knee, twisted my ankle, SOMEHOW got a huge bruise on my thigh and then fell into a river. I FELL. INTO. A. RIVER. Do normal people do that? I don't think so.
In addition all those mishaps? I'm also obsessed with the past. And things I can't change. People I don't see anymore. Places I don't go anymore. You get the idea.
And this is way beyond me Googling people and sending their pictures to my friends and saying, "Am I prettier than her?" Not that I don't still do that. Because I do. But it's other things too.
I feel out of place. But I don't know where the place I'm supposed to be is, either. Because after a while? If you feel out of place everywhere? Then it's you. You know? Every place on Earth can't be the wrong place.
There's something wrong with me. And it's not that I'm fat or a bitch or a cunt or whatever else anonymous douchebags want to say about me.
I just don't feel like I fit in anywhere.
And yes, I know I'm having a bad time. Things are not normally like this. I should be grateful for all the good things I have. And I am.
I'm just having a bad time.