You like to think you're immune to this stuff. ♥

Neither of you love me so please stop pretending.
You have no idea of what I believe in, that I possess a brain.
You called me cold hearted. And for once you are right. But i made myself this way.
This needs to stop.

Absent without leave.

You are dead, as I am.
so much but so little, so insignificant yet never leaving my mind.

I might be cold, but I'm just skin and bones.

I think I owe it to applaud myself that I no longer feel the need to starve myself to look like this. I am no longer a player in the fruitless journey to become a ‘perfect woman’, these realistic expectations enforced on us only cause self loathing.
From 119 to 130 lb.
I refuse to care anymore, I look healthier.

But alas; Relax, Relapse.

Even the best fall down sometimes, and I am no longer afraid to think or feel.