When All You Knew Was Gone

I'm just a girl, but perhaps not to you. To you, I'm just a blog, a website, a tiny link in your world. Maybe, though, the same monsters inhabit our souls, and bind us unknowingly. If you know Ana, the kiss of a blade, if you dream of death and wish for beauty... then maybe we aren't strangers after all. Maybe we're the same soul, split in a million parts and trapped in a thousand different bodies. Maybe we're all alone together.
H: 5'3 HW: 125 CW: 114 LW: 110 GW1: 110 GW2: 105 UGW: 99

Vegan, Anorexic, Self Harm, Pansexual, Suicidal, Depressed

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Good Days

I've been good, I tell myself.
90 calories today.
200 yesterday.
190 the day before.


My skirt no longer strangles me, no longer leaves red bruises on my flesh. Now it hangs loose and free.


So why is the girl in the mirror getting more and more repulsive each day?
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