In Love With My Anorexia
I’d spent the last few months obsessing over eating disorders, I loved everything about them, nothing had ever appealed to me…
I’d spent the last few months obsessing over eating disorders, I loved everything about them, nothing had ever appealed to me…
I’ve turned into a mess, living in a seemingly well put together walls. I have every reason to be happy.
Know your worth, and never settle for anything less. It is not you, it is them.
If you are not looking, there’s only one thing left to do: You wait.
The first time you told me that you loved me, I knew that my feelings were getting to that point, too. I just didn’t want to admit it to either of us.
I hope you never stop fighting for us. That you never give up on us no matter how hard things get, no matter how tiring it may seem. Because I never will.
Is it really in the 21st Century?
I choose to forgive and wish them well. Otherwise, I’d be imprisoned by negative thoughts and emotions, bound by answers to questions that I may never get.
Hurt is not wrong. Hurt is not something you fix but rather process. You cannot un-hurt no matter how vaguely or clearly the reasons are understood. You can only feel it and eventually not feel it so much.
I want you.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this in a long while.