Wanting to eat, but knowing that you can’t. Wanting to scream, but knowing that it will only exhaust you. Wanting to feel something, but knowing that the only thing I can ever feel is pain. Wanting to simply die, but knowing that it’s out of the question now. I just want to be skin and bones already. Why must I always feel this way?
My mum made me dinner tonight, there was no way of avoiding it. She’s working tomorrow so there should be no reason to mess up. I just want my bones back :(