With one piece of bread in my hand containing two mega thin slices of turkey and one slice of sharp cheese, I can surely say it's the hardest thing I've done all week. I still know food is life but I hate it and I hatehatehate that being moments away from the floor attacking my face only leads to more problems.
Maybe one day I can take care of the inside of my body and not leave scars on the outside of my body to remind me that it was a dirty, filthy sin.
Crying myself to sleep.
Because Morgan didn't take pills for everything.
Because "eating like normal people" is wrongwrongwrong.
Because I feel like I hurt my boyfriend letting him know what goes on inside my head.
Because Zombie is angry that someone is trying to replace her with Morgan.
Because everyday is hard and painful every step of the way.
My heart in broken shards,
I'm falling away from one hundred fears -
to face a thousand more.
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