i had half a muffin. it tasted horrible, it made me feel horrible, but i couldn't stop myself. i had a glass of water, then purged it all.
even that didn't make much difference to how i felt.
its not worth eating.
it makes me feel horrible.
disgusting.
i don't even deserve to eat.
it won't even make me happy.
i won't be happy until every pound of fat is gone from my body, and i am empty.
i need to see my beautiful bones.
i'm so dirty.
filthy.
fat clings to me like a life sucking parasite, literally siphoning my life away.
i'm not living, i'm dying slowly.
i'd rather starve myself to death, and be beautiful, than live in fat, ugly unhappiness like this.
i'm not even living, i'm just barely existing.
once i'm thin, empty and pure i'll be happy.
even if i'm dead.
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