Well I'm 136lbs. Still.
Apparently my "true weight" is 132lbs.
Stuff's kinda hard. I still haven't been able to see Prince at the cemetery, it's like I'm afraid to go. And a few nights ago I was so suicidal it's unreal. My arms suffered. Blood left everywhere: the bed, the light switch, my keyboard.
I'm falling
falling
falling.
And I don't really know what to do about it. I need to get down to 127lbs. Things were easier then.
Exams atm, so revision will be filling up my time. I've also applied for a third job.
Y'know, I'm going to get thin if it kills me.
I hate the feeling of falling, it will stop, you can reach your goal, you have done it before, and you can do it again, you can, you can. Hold on, don't let go.
ReplyDeleteindeed it may kill you but not yet right so what 50 years down the line it kills you thats 50years more than you will have if you kill yourself right !
ReplyDeletebtw i absoultly love how your wrote falling falling as if the words were "falling" ver clever
and i know your back on track so yay keep it up
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