What I would give to sleep at night Without my thoughts consuming me to the point Where I consume my thoughts And then attempt to rid myself of everything Only to perpetuate the cycle of Dark circles under my eyes, a weak but wired body Subsisting on caffiene While regret fills my head As I look around and realize How I hate this more than anything... Yet this has become me more than anything
The majority of my life has been consumed by Eating Disorders (no pun intended). I've dealt with severe Anorexia from the age of 13-19, recovered, and now struggle with Bulimia. Depression, Anxiety, a.. more..