I hate that dizzy feeling I get when waking up, Especially when I wake up late.
This summer, For a month straight I slept through most of the day, And stayed up all night crying and panicking.
I didn’t eat, Or drink anything during that time, Even when offered something I like. I hated myself so much. I got out of it; But even thinking about that feeling makes me feel sick.
Pov: you’re in elementary school and your fucking childhood gets ripped away from you because your waste of a fucking teacher abused and assaulted you multiple times; Leaving you with fucking trauma and PTSD