Dear diary,
I am a worthless failure.
I can't keep my greedy mouth under control and that's what stops me from being perfect.
Dear diary,
People keep saying they're worried but people should learn to mind their fucking business.
Dear diary,
Oh, Did you lose weight?
No wonder they sound surprised. Honestly I don't understand this question I look exactly the same as I did before. F, A, T, fat.
Dear diary,
Today I ate like shit now I feel like shit and holy crap I look like shit.
It's shitty to say the least and I feel like giving up on days like these.
Dear diary,
My days are either filled with water and cigarettes or cake and vomit. I'm starting to dislike the the taste of the mess I've made.
Dear diary,
I'm bad with feelings. My own. Other people's. Its easier to feel nothing. So that's what I do. I wade in numbness and obsess over numbers just to feel in control and alive
Dear diary,
Maybe feeling alive, is overrated. Or was that being alive?
YOU ARE READING
My sad poetry that no one will read✌🏻️
PoetryLeaving this book up as a reminder of how far I've come. Pro recovery, recover or die, it's not worth the pain and suffering. You are deserving of food, you are deserving of life and you are loved. If everyone who read this book is anorexic, statis...
