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08.01.05/10:00 pm a mess I just feel...overwhelmed. I've been ill since Tuesday evening, probably by cause of my own. I don't even know how to explain, where to start... i'm not getting too far am i? I'm sorry, this is pathetic. I am pathetic. I can't do it. Any of it. I'm so low. There is no reason, and i can't understand why, i am so frustrated with myself. This body that won't get up, won't move, won't write, staring at the lines of a book and only seeing a blur. I've been absent from college for another week and i'm falling far behind. I won't last much longer if i don't pick my heels up. I need some help. I need to see the doctor. I've been putting it off for ages but i have to go. My eating habits are all over the place. I switch regularly between the ideas of sickness and recovery. I don't even want to comment on my weight. I wrote alot more, but then deleted it. It made no sence anyway. I make no sence. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |