I feel so alone.
Can't get rid of the eating disorder - it won't budge.
Can't tell anyone about it.
Don't have a shoulder to cry on.
I wanted to tell my two friends here. Couldn't.
Can't stop the eating disorder, I can't stop it.
I can't stop it.
Ran and ran and ran, ignored my screaming calves, sweated in the gym, more and more, further, further, HARDER. Vegetables, soya milk, protein shake. Again.
Up and down the supermarket isles, up and down the canteen, up and down, panic, run. Can't run.
please, someone tell me starving is the best sensation in the world, tell me, scream it to me!
Watched a group of girls celebrate a 17th birthday, all long limbs, fresh faces, beauty and youth. And me, fat, dumpy old person.
Handfuls of cake in front of the fridge.
Knowing I've got to stand on that fucking scale tomorrow and be asked "how do you feel about that?"
I shrug my shoulders.
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