Tuesday, December 11, 2007
wish i had more to write about. freezing gusts of wind are blowing in through my window. i've been waiting for a phone call but it's not going to happen. i am sad. i am hurt. i am fat. sigh.
This is a story about a broken girl. Very broken. I love my self loathing, I hate how much of me there is to revile. I am loved. If I could just be good enough for myself. I want perfection. That is less than I am now. I am fatter than perfection. That needs to change. CAUTION TO ANYONE IN RECOVERY FROM AN ED!!! CONTAINS TRIGGERING MATERIAL!!!