I don't feel good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough.
Why is this happening? Am I getting too materialistic or what?
Why do I feel the need to be pretty, why do I feel the need to be skinny?
Whenever I can't stop myself from eating, I start to feel like fucked up.
Aneroxic, please don't come back. I'm scared of you.
I'm scared of feeling like a lump of fats wasting the Earth's space and resources.
I'm scared of feeling unwanted, like even if I die, no one will be there.
I'm scared of gastric pains, I'm scared of restricting food.
Do you think I want to be aneroxic?
I don't choose this path, it just keep going back.
When I thought I'm getting better with food, nightmares come, fears came, and I go back to that pathetic loser again.
Sigh.
