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TW: Food talk; sh; blood; suffering; death
Just wanted to let something out.
I have not eaten anything in 2 days and I keep cutting myself. I can't eat. Food makes me anxious. Food, once was comforting, now, is a way to make me suffer.
I need to suffer.
I want to suffer.
I want so see myself dead on the floor.
I want to die.
I need to die in order to be happy.
I cried at my therapy session today for the second time in my life.
It felt strange.
I felt vulnerable.
I felt like a little piece of shit in the middle of the world.
Every tear a cut.
Uncountable.
Have a great week.