Well. I have something to admit. It's not something I'm proud of. It's food.

I am underweight and look freakishly thin, yet I can't eat. I have lost all interest in eating, I can ignore the "hungry feeling" until I am shaking, and therefore I often just "forget".

You see eating to me just seems to boring, it's also the biggest waste of time in my day. What's the point to eating? It's not enjoyable to me at all. It's just very boring, and I have much better things to be getting on with. Like work!

Words,
by Stefani Germanotta


I won't break down today,
Another Bricks in my way, of shadows,
The promises they made,
Regret themselves and say:

'This is too hard'

Yeah they say you grow when you don't succeed,
But it's hard to breathe,
When no one believes in me.

So let the sounds take me back,
Sounds have no regrets.

And before you know it,
I'll take your words and be gone.
Your words and be gone.
Your words and be gone.

Right to the stars and beyond...

Your words and be gone.
I'll take your words and be gone.

Whenever you're afraid,
Or someone's far away;
Never give in.

Cus happily we'll reign,
When consequences change.

Believe you can win.

Yeah they say you grow when you don't succeed,
But it's hard to breathe,
When no one believes in me.

So let the sounds bring me back,
Sounds have no regrets.

And before you know it,
I'll take your words and be gone.
Your words and be gone,
Your words and be gone.

Right to the stars and beyond...

Your words and be gone,
I'll take your words and be gone.

Let the sound bring me back,
Sounds have no regrets.

And before you know it,
I'll take your words and be gone.
Your words nad be gone,
Your words and be gone.

Right to the stars and beyond...

Your words and be gone.
I'll take your words and be gone.

Your words and be gone,
Your words and be gone.

I'll take your words and be gone.

I read about more people my age; boys I guess I should be like; things I guess I should be doing.

The need to conform is really tearing at my insides right now. Unfortunately I am far too much of an oddity to fit in.

My logical mind tells me I don't want to, but my emotional mind rebels.

I want to kill myself, or get life good.



Please somebody help my life to be good. :'(

Want to be dead.

Mood Tracker

I'm trapped behind a window,
It's rotting and dead with mould.

I try to see you,
But dirt clogs the view,
And the world seems blurred and cold.

You look down upon me,
Trapped  in the window and see,
The revolting prisoner I've become.

You laugh and run-
To help is no fun,
My eyes bulge, tears come.

One day it'll be,
That I am set free,
I'll live and love my life in glee.

That day will soon come-
I'm gonna smash this window and run!