I feel my inside eating me up, the anxiety is crippling up and all i can think is in food, in every thought posible there she is, but not in the sense you think of. In the sense of hating food then want it in my system then hate it again and loving it, in a way it drives me insane because when i eat all i feel is sadness and i remind myself of never doing it again and not trusting the part who is nice and wants to eat.
So, I am seeing food as my enemy; because it is in a way in the sense of that all it does is make me sad, it fills me with anxiety and regret.
