Feeling suicidal, but I don’t want to die.
I’m feeling stuck, but completely driven.
Alone, yet surrounded.
Overwhelmed, though a single spark, a fire, it’s smoke, a silent signal of it’s existence, a symbol of strength and power.
I’m so angry all the time.
"You never know how sick you are until you try to recover."
I’ve poisoned my body. How did I ever let myself get this fat?
I hate my body