Anyone remember the story Ezra wrote about having a child out of wedlock with a woman in Atlanta?

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Anyone remember the story Ezra wrote about having a child out of wedlock with a woman in Atlanta?
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There are two kinds of people. Those who think, “I don’t want anyone to suffer like I did.” And those who think, “I suffered; why shouldn’t they?”
Last night I forced myself to go to sleep at 3:45pm. I had just taken a freezing walk to, from, and around the park two blocks from my house. I had to take a walk to clear my head. I had just gotten off of work at 3. I had just gotten home. I had just gotten into an argument with Justin. I'm always grumpy when I get home. He has to watch what he says. He woke me up at 11. He had made dinner. "I already have Game of Thrones ready", he said. At 1:30 we went to bed. I held him, trying to take his warmth and love as he snored. As my thoughts raced from the day it hit me that my son will be a teenager next year. My how time flies. How great for my anxiety and depression.
I really need to start talking and hanging out with people because I can't keep over sharing and talking the ear off coworkers and cashiers like a crazy person.
In a weird Wikipedia type round about way I just found out that feedism is a thing and what it is and while I was scrolling through Tumblr I had a life imitates art situation going on. Here I am eating ice cream in just undies seeing pic after pic of scantily clad overweight women eating. Such a weird moment.
(via breakno)
I need to work on my self esteem. Every time I like my body and/or face it seems to only be a fleeting thought before I feel unworthy again.
It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
(via psych-facts)
2016 is like a montage of news footage you see in the beginning of a post-apocalyptic movie explaining how the world was ruined.
Every time I lose weight my boobs get smaller and my ass stays the same. Where did those 13 pounds come from though? Also, how in the f did I lose 13 pounds by eating ice cream every day for 3 months?
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This is not what I thought my life would be like.