I'm weighing myself tomorrow.

They're watching you y'know. Laughing at you, whispering about you. You're a pig. You don't deserve to want to be thin, I'm just going to let you be empty. Empty in the heart, empty in the head. By the time I'm through with you, you won't have a soul.

Friends, you call them friends? They're there to laugh at you, to egg you on in your mindless behaviours. They cannot even begin to fathom your need for this perfection which you cannot understand yourself. The smiles they give, the hugs you recieve, you know it's all lies. This world is messed up, twisted. They only pull you in close so that they can watch you crumble as they stab you in the back. But you know this.

How dare you let them in so close you idiotic little girl. They'll never want you - not even you want you. You've put on mask after mask that I've handed you, lapping up the attention I'm giving you like a sick little puppy. And my plan has worked. Because now you rely upon me, and noone but me, to try to redefine your identity. Even though you found out a long time ago, that I will never allow you to be the person you used to be. 

You're pitiful, and you know this. Every refusal of food, every second of wolfing down whatever you can find like there's no tomorrow, every minute that you are alive and breathing - you are pitiful. It would be better off that you weren't on this earth, but rather under it. People will cry, false tears of course. Because you aren't worth real tears now, are you?

So cling on to the false hope that someday you can break free of me, and seek false security in the meantime. But don't you ever dare forget that I'm always here. And you will return to me, every single time.