(no subject)
And I realized. It was all because of this. I’m just hiding in their shadows of expectations. The way I feel so ambivalent in their midst. I can never appease their undying notion of perfection. So incomplete lying on a makeup-stained sheet I write this. Telling you, diary, this is the beginning of an uncertain adventure.
I refuse to be left behind a tossed heap of insensibles, I am born and bred to be courageous against these demons. I write you to tell you I will be all right.
I AM ANOREXIC…
And I can handle it.
I refuse to be left behind a tossed heap of insensibles, I am born and bred to be courageous against these demons. I write you to tell you I will be all right.
I AM ANOREXIC…
And I can handle it.