it burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
one day. and a half. into it. into giving up and fighting to become underweight again and she's already noticed and i'm making her feel terrible.
i wish there was some way you could make people not care about you.
i ate for her tonight, i can feel it in my stomach, poisoning me, crawling through me and making me fat, fat, fat. i'm three kilos away from underweight, i threw it all away for her but it seems no matter what i do i make her worry and feel terrible and i don't know what to do anymore.
we keep fighting but we care too much to break up
i want to purge, but i can't
want to exercise, can't
trying to breathe. fat is okay. fat is okay.
i wish there was some way you could make people not care about you.
i ate for her tonight, i can feel it in my stomach, poisoning me, crawling through me and making me fat, fat, fat. i'm three kilos away from underweight, i threw it all away for her but it seems no matter what i do i make her worry and feel terrible and i don't know what to do anymore.
we keep fighting but we care too much to break up
i want to purge, but i can't
want to exercise, can't
trying to breathe. fat is okay. fat is okay.