Why do I have to keep on in this self destructive circle?
Every Wednesday I starve myself for that day, then I feel so bad that I could either slit my fucking neck open or puke my guts out, and if that's not enough, then I have to get up on a fucking horse and ride around in a circle for 45 minutes while spots dance in front of my vision, but I can't eat because then I wouldn't even be able to get up on a horse. And it gets better, then I have to eat after that and act like everything's okay.
Even though I fucking starve myself.
The sick thing though?
My parents know that I starve myself every Wednesday, they know that I feel like shit when it's time for horse riding, yet I have to continue in this god damn "sport" until spring season is over.
That's fucked up, and I guess I needed to get that off my chest before I go higher than my collarbone.
YOU ARE READING
The story of a Great Depression
Sonstiges"I've always been branded, if not as the 'A-Kid' it was 'Bitch' or 'Slut'. This is my story, please don't judge, it's almost like a diary and can contain Triggering things.
