The night before I get praise, for doing well. This morning I'm getting scolded, I'm tired and vulnerable. It's taking a toll on me but you don't and won't ever be able to understand what I go through ever. I don't express myself enough for you I'm sorry. But it's who I am what would you have me do fake happiness when it's not in my grasp .
I don't want to eat mostly because I'm terrified I'm going to get sick or I'm just not sure what the heck I want at that exact moment.
You just don't understand and I can't really put it in words for you and not have you freak out thinking I'm going to lash out .
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It Hurts
RandomWe say that we love each other and yet we tear each other down layer by layer How can we love when we are damaged beyond repair Where I come to vent and breathe
