i'm turning bulimic . I don't know what to do. help me
I’m sorry I don’t have the perfect answer to this. All I can say is stop while you can. And you can, if you want it enough. I’m sorry, I am not helping at all. If there isn’t anyone to talk to, talk to me? I’m not the best candidate but I’ll listen. Take care, love. And breathe. Just breathe.
I am me, and I am her. I am me then, I am her. I am me and her morphed into one. She suffocates me I suffocate myself. I put food in my mouth, she I take it out. I am laughing and smiling, I turn the corner and want to cry. I want to be quiet and mysterious, I want to be the breeze, I want to be the ghost that haunts your thoughts. She says I am too much, too much of everything. I let words escape my mouth, I hold my breath and slit my throat. Everything inside trickles out and burn through the floor. I am not here, I am not here, I am not here.