I can't seem to find* my way back up from this downward spiral and I'm losing more than mass as I descend.
I don't have anyone close enough to stop me. Not that I'd let them anyways.
I'm going to keep losing and losing and losing.
I'll turn sideways and disappear. Shrivel up into .nothing.
And maybe then, just then, I might feel valid.
(*correction: I can but I refuse to.)
my eating disorder has returned full force and I'm back on my *******. I've isolated myself bad bad bad this time. i built up walls made of bulletproof glass and carbon fiber. nails made of titanium. bricks of steel behind all that.
I am untouchable. and even if i was, i might shatter