that's what i'm in.
saturday i cut myself 3 times, burned myself, and tried to get drunk off mouthwash.
i'm all fucked up inside. it's as simple as that.
i cannot remember the last time i went a day without throwing up. my average is 2-3 times a day now. full on bulimia.
nor can i remember the last time i smiled without faking it, the last day i went without crying, the last time, for just a moment, that i felt truely, truely happy.
i have no friends. i'm a freak. a loner. broken. unwanted. unloved.
i want to numb the pain away. just starve myself into a withering mess. because if i'm going to be a mess, i may as well be thin.
how is it possible to feel this sad?