The Reality Of My Diabetes

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This part had my flower tingly and at that moment i wanted to be her and just mount him. 80’s Judd Nelson is forever my celeb crush.

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“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.

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debilitating:

when people think depression or an eating disorder or self harm will make them quirky and exciting or will make boys want to kiss their scars and all that dumb shit i want to punch someone in the face also fuck you

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“Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.”

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“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”

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“Someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world.”

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The thing about diabetes, or any chronic illness really, is the control it has over you and your life. The feeling of being trapped is never a pleasant one.
And you try so hard to keep things in check, do what you have to to survive. Needles, test, eat, test, needles, eat, low, eat, test, high, needle and it just keeps going on and on, everyday for the rest of our lives.
But somewhere along the way we lose ourselves and become defined by our illness, because that’s all we see. And no matter how strong you are or think you are It BRAKES you. It makes you feel BROKEN…

I never wanted this! I never wanted to feel like this. This isn’t how it was meant to be. My heart hurts…