"I'm hungry." I feel scared. Lonely. Lazy. Crazy. Sick. Guilty. Fat. Hate. "I'm starving." I feel calm. Safe. In control. Relief. I can breathe again. In this moment.
You are falling backwards. Again. Stop this. You cannot dance between anorexia and recovery like this. Choose one or the other. Choose to die or choose to live. I don't want to die, but life is so so hard. And I feel so weak...
I could just shut everyone out, and stop feeling so guilty about doing the one thing that makes me feel ok. I've done it before. People forget you quicker and easier when you're still alive. I hate feeling obligated to recover, like if I don't eat properly today, I'll most certainly die tomorrow. Somehow I don't think so. Look at me. I don't look sick. You know when someone is on death's door. I'm not. Stop showering me with guilt and emotional blackmail. Aaaahhh... |