I suppose this could be interesting. If you're interested. I'm Anastasia. Eighteen years (whether that's old or young I've yet to uncover for myself). I go to a small, prestigious liberal arts college in the north-eastern united states. I don't entirely know what I'm doing, where I'm going to end up, or how I'll get there. Given the people I'm surrounded by, I assume most of us don't. I used to keep a journal; sometimes I lied to myself in it. At some point, I stopped writing in it. Cutting to the chase here a bit, I'm going to take a reach and assume you're looking for someone like you, or something interesting, readable. I'm not promising anything. I guess I'm reaching out, maybe some of us will find meaning, comfort, strength in another's similarities, differences, perspective. the title gives my thoughts & preoccupations away. I've lost my sense of my body, what is skinny and thin, what is okay, how to eat normally. I don't love, I sleep around a lot. Others are pulling at my sides, wisping away through their fingers, wanting me to figure it out, to let go of whatever's pulling me back, but I don't know what happened. Or how to, or if I want to, find my way back.
Maybe we're similar in that, or different, it doesn't entirely matter
At this point, I'm not even sure what truly does...
jusqu'à plus tard,