Your demons never leave you.

I think anorexia has claimed me victim once more. I need this control. I need to destroy myself. I have nothing.

Other Romantic Tales

Hearing about people's romantic dates painfully reminds me of how I don't see much - or any actually- of them. I just have to pretend I care and smile.
"Aww I'm so happy for you. That's so cute!"

"I wanna be adored..."

Breaking Point

I've hit breaking point and I want to smash through these barriers and into a new world where I will be loved and appreciated; where I can play piano at any volume; where I can get him without fear of anyone being there; where I don't cry; where I don't regularly think of suicide; where I don't hate everything I am; where stress doesn't exist; where I'm happy.

This is getting too much for just one, fragile girl.

Isolated from 7 billion.

I am lonely.

The desire to have one person just let me rest against their chest or put my head on their lap whilst they tickle my neck is becoming too much to ignore.

I'm very alone in this world.