I know nobody reads this, I guess its a good thing and why I decide to write out my troubles because its not worth wasting peoples time when I'm not going to change even if I tried.
This one won't make sense
Are glasses half empty, half full or partly occupied? I don't see myself fulfilling anything but I still have substances, sludgy and sharp stuff occupying the caverns of my skull. They slosh around echoing their voices between the stalactites of memories and pointless knowledge. They think of nothing worth the approval of others.
The two fight clashing, separating. Never agreeing. One doesn't want to drown while the other wants to stay below the illusions of water never being seen. One wants to cry, the other refuses to let our cup spill. They have a goal only to be dictated by the others.
One is wrong and other isnt any better but neither matter. My goals don't match up to theirs and their goals don't match up to any of us
I have had anorexia for years until I was made to recover but that never happened I went from one evil to the other never settling for middle ground I am a diagnosed binger and I have both their voices in my head its God awful that I can't talk about it because I'm not supposed to have them anymore. But they are very much present and ruling. Everyday is strenuous and mostly disappointing. I'd rather stay in bed so I don't have to see myself. That is what I meant by staying underwater the blankets are heavy and warp the vision of myself. Its safe
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What Its Like With Eating Disorders
RandomDISCLAIMER Sometimes I can't talk to anyone about it so I'll talk on here what its like for me to live with eating conflicting disorders even then it is hard because I can't get it out or in a nice way. Some are poetic some aren't. I don't fat shame...
