The secret door to my internal struggles. It's a dark battle and it's never going to be won. At least not by me.

I am weakness.

The constant internal battle…

To eat, or not to eat.


Sitting here eating corn thins after already downing fruit, rice crackers, two muesli bars, two crumpets, a bowl of cereal, digestive biscuits and yoghurt. Why so weak? Why so fat? I could have lasted. I didn’t need to eat.


Stupid fat bitch.