Including such things as alcoholism, self-harm and other maladaptive coping methods
Cure Bile Gastritis by brodiemarschall, literature
Literature
Cure Bile Gastritis
As most of you don't know, I was diagnosed with this non life-threatening condition and it began my desire to cure it once I become a billionaire. However, if you sign this petition, we can make this dream happen sooner than anticipated. Bile Reflux Gastritis is a condition that forces you to eat smaller meals on a diet and not get takeaway or drink too much alcohol, raise the head of your bed and have dinner early. All of the above are my main reasons of wanting to cure this condition, so that no-one will have to suffer from it again. A friend of mine told me that CRISPR-Cas9, (a gene-editing tool that removes the genes that allows diseases to enter your body and kill you, virtually rendering them cured) may be a possible candidate to cure this underlying condition of bile because it will work on any condition or disease that controls your life. For everyone who was diagnosed with Bile Gastritis, they deserve a chance to eat fatty foods without moderation again. Everyone can live
Thursday bloody Thursday by Biking-noodle, literature
Literature
Thursday bloody Thursday
Thursday bloody Thursday.
Aquatic life in a calm ocean sense turbulence developing... The sun gently illuminates the ripples tickling the surface of the ocean again... Its rays penetrate deep into the murky waters below the surface, then they get trapped amongst the building swell... So much energy So much power... But the aquatic life out here, off shore spinning caught in the building tsunami are the only ones aware so far...
Its moving in now, creeping in shadows as the swell builds... 3 months exactly, and every week it all comes back overwriting the present, tied up deep in the swell...
Water turns over water, spins it around, a vortex
I can hear a symphony playing gently in my head
It started of this morning growing louder in my bed
As my body sinks deep asleep, my mind takes of alone
Drifting in and out of foreign lands, realities i've never known
As the music takes a break and my slips slowly in
To the slowly twitching body that wont tell me where i left the dream...
She hastily picked up the blade
The sharp razor, so cold
She knew she had to do this
She always knew.
Suddenly she remembered
What she was here for
Here in this room
Holding her only comfort.
Slowly dragging it
Accross her pale skin
She sighed in relief
To her, this was happiness.
Continuing deeper
Into her soft flesh
She knows this is addiction
Her only escape from the ghosts
Of her past.