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Picked up the phone for the twelfth time in eleven minutes and reminded myself of the risk. I knew sending my version of “hey big head” would get a response and then seamlessly transition to a “you pulling up or nah?” But I also knew that as soon as it was over, I’d be in the same space trying to fill the same void that Chanel packages couldn’t fill a week ago. At least the makeup would last longer. And a new blush doesn’t mean freaking out for the next 14 days wondering if being c[...]
Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Not even after I found myself curled into a ball on a bed I’d barely left for 4 days, uncontrollably crying after not eating a full meal for two weeks and alternating between insomnia and sleeping for 12 straight hours. I didn’t know what was wrong but knew something wasn’t right. I’mma back up. Two weeks before I found myself wrapped in my good sheets on top of my feather mattress topper (I be depressed, not basic), I sto[...]