I just went through some of my old journal entries from when I first really started recording my eating disorder "journey"...
Fucking sick stuff that I've said in the past.
Not that it really bothers me.
I'm starting a new journal, right now, at 1:54 AM, EST. I've written rude, vaguely threatening letters to myself that I'm going to have my mom send to me at college, so I have that motivation to stop eating, purge less, exercise more, etc.
I think it's time to go to bed.
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The Mental Me
me, i guess
i am a girl
no, i am a woman
who still feels like a girl
and holds on to things for way too long
when i was little, adults seemed to know everything
they had their lives together
they knew their purpose
do we ever stop feeling like children?
do we ever find our purpose?
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