November 11, 2019
I'm hard on myself. Even regarding mistakes I intentionally make? I'm even harder on myself then. It's a wonder I get through a day intact. In another dimension, I imagine a version of myself so exhausted from all the self-hate that she barely makes it to the end of the day. In fact (in that dimension), she evaporates in the middle of the day because she. just. can't. take. it. She's tired and pressured and flattened. This here, this me in this dimension, wishes the same—that I can just disappear any time I want to. Into thin air.