I'm starving myself, but my body has gotten used to it.
If I eat more than one meal, I automatically puke my guts out.
I guess my body agrees that we need to change.
My body sees how I look in the mirror and instantly thinks "ugly, fat, no one will ever want you..."
I guess I can agree with that 'cause that's how I see me too.
But hey, change is good, right?
Maybe not this way, but this is what makes me happy.
Maybe happy isn't the word for it...
Maybe okay is the right word....
Maybe this isn't helping....
Maybe I'm just becoming more broken....
Maybe that's how I'm meant to be.....
Just broken.....
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs of Thoughts
Puisii'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
