A few days ago I came to the agreement with myself that I'm okay. I'm still not okay. A little part of my head says lose the weight don't eat. I want to stop thinking it but a shred of me doesent think so. I want to have a perfect life but I don't. I just need someone to lean my head on there shoulder or tell me I'm pretty but I'll never have that because I'm too messed up and weird. I wish I was perf but I'm not. I'll come to terms with myself some day I suppose. Its just a sliver almost there almost gone.
