I want to stop eating. I want to stop thinking. I want to stand in the snow and let my body freeze until I've burned off every last calorie I want to run until I puke. Then run more. Until the moment comes that I black out Until that empty moment of empty relief comes to me even if it's only a moment. I just want to be free.
Because I'm living in a personal hell most days lately I don't even know myself I can't look in the mirror without disgust I freaking hate my stinking guts.
I've never hated it so much that I'd rather stay inside. I've never been so ashamed that all I wanted to do is hide.