I long for the taste of food that has calories and fat.
I hate any type of food high in fat and calories.
It's disgusting watching others stuff their face with such crap.
I wish I could join them and shove mouthfuls of mashed potatoes and fried chicken down my throat.
I nourish myself with the numbers on the scale.
Feeling proud and accomplished when the numbers are low.
I hate that I have to starve, puke, and cut myself to achieve my goals.
I don't require food to function well in fact I feel much better without that crap sitting in my stomach.
No one understands my sound logic of rejecting food to function better but I don't require any friends either; they are bothersome and make life harder because of the tedious concealment necessary to keeping my actions a secret.
I am satisfied with the company of my rituals and I love it.
I am alone and isolated. I regret that I spend all my time continuing my destructive habits.
I don't need or want anyone's help.
Help me.
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Undone
ŞiirA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
