I feel disgusting… I just now stopped eating everything in the house for the past two weeks… I’m just glad I stopped before I did any real damage…
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On rare years when the conditions are right in the arid landscape of the Badlands, in the American West, wildflowers burst into a display of colour for just a few days.
The vegetation in the region has adapted to the climate, with just a small amount of moisture the desert can become coloured with sweeping fields of Scorpion Weed, Beeplant and the flowers of the Pincushion Cacti. These blooms can be very short-lived to conserve moisture.
Photographs by Guy Tal
I am just beyond glad that I now live with my boyfriend, rather than the disgusting, desperate and pathetic whale that I used to live with… I don’t have to hear the narcissism and hypocritical arrogance anymore, let alone the constant earthquaking through the house… I’m in a quiet, respectable environment where I don’t have to clean up after someone like a god damned child every day for the first time in months, not to mention I don’t have to hear the stunning and sad stories from countless people about being harassed by texting, calls, and disgusting pictures of “weight loss” that they never asked to see, and couldn’t stop seeing… Living with someone who had and has such truly sad, yet impressive boundary issues that won’t - not can’t - WON’T help themselves that couldn’t and can’t pry their head out of their own morbidly overweight asshole was exhausting, not to mention that I felt like after a while that people stopped believing the stories of the shit that they did and said to me… I haven’t been this content in over eight months.
I mean, saying the overweight comments probably seem harsh, but after having heard many comments about my own weight when I weight EIGHTY POUNDS lighter - I couldn’t give a shit less. Even growing up where I did, I can honestly say I haven’t known someone so shocking and disgusting, not to mention I didn’t notice it until I really lived with them; to live with someone who probably quite honestly believed that they were Jesus Christ or something. Things have potential to become shitty, and no matter what happens - at least I know that I will never become close to being the disgusting pig of a “human being” that they were. I’ve never met someone who was hated by everyone who’s ever come in contact with them though, and I’ll admit that it was pretty impressive, but I couldn’t feel better about the fact that although they tried to hold me down, I know that I’m infinitely a better person, have never had to be - and will never need to be - an arrogant piece of shit, a pathetic hypocrite, or a disgusting fake.