but too blank to convey any of the thoughts held there
they are speeding by unable to catch
i'm better then this
i want to scream at the mirror
falling back into such sweetly unhealthy habits
the ones that fuck me into comfort and complacency
obsessively get on a scale, check
stop eating, check
pass out in the middle of a work out... there is a better way to do this?
am I really better than this?
what does that look like?
not that, not me,
will i ever be anything more then a copy of my mother
i am fucking terrified
i'm tired
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