Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I'm not ready.

I'm not ready to be healthy. I'm too addicted to being sick.

I need help. I need therapy, medication, shock treatments, a lobotomy. Something.

I need a cigarette. Maybe that'll curb my hunger to eat everything in sight.
I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted.
Then I go and eat like a wildebeast. Gross.

I've gotten so fat. This needs to stop.

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