Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Those were the days.

   I could say this is depressing. I used to eat very little during last summer. Starting May and all the way through June -  that was the best month. I ate once every 3 days, felt sick, tired, dizzy, dead. I was afraid of my irregular heartbeats, of the chest pains, of the hair falling out.. I was cold in the middle of summer, I was wearing long sleeves. But you fucking know what? I was happy. My only concern was my body.

   What the fuck am I supposed to do now? There's nothing left of me.

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