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,
anastasia kirstyn
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