Don't you hate it when it feels like someone is lying to you, yet you know at the same time they're telling the truth. You don't want to believe it, but you know it is true. When someone compliments me or something I always believe they are lying, but sometimes I know they are true and loyal statements made by people. Yet I don't believe them myself, I believe to be worthless, and fat, and continue to starve myself. No one hears my cries for help, and the people who try to help me just simply can't. I've met 2, sometimes 3 that can actually help. That's my boyfriend, brother, and best friend. They are the only ones who make me feel sane and want to live 24/7 continuously. I wanted to just tell them thank you.
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Journal entries
Non-FictionSo basically this is a place where I'll write my thoughts and others. It doesn't matter what, I'll write it.
