I don't know who I am anymore.
I feel as if my mind has been torn apart into two completely different people.
One side of me is telling me that there's a skinny bitch hid inside of me somewhere,
and if I just persevere starving, I will find happiness and be beautiful and thin.
But then the other half is asking me what the fuck I am doing to myself,
I can't sleep, my life is literally controlled by numbers on scales and food packets.
I have a list of other problems that need attention too.
I feel like all I'm doing in life is making my way through it. No true direction.
I should be doing and focusing on that but I can't cuz I'm too busy thinking of someone who isn't thinking of me.
I know my problem not yours, but still...
Ηοw can i get rid of you? i cant move on,when you're still here.
'why does this boy have my heart, when he doesn't even deserve it?'