But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intoxicated Does anyone agree with this? Because I would hate to think it is right... So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at
I am so sad right now. I am sad and scared. Scared of what I do not know. I have gotten one hour of sleep. I wish that I could sleep forever. I look through my old entries, and the lifestyle which I lead then, barely alive, mostly dead, one truly only of existence, innocence, it seems so much more appealing. Perhaphs I will give in, I will choose the road that kills. To bite the hand that feeds me, to not accept what the hand feeds. To starve. To go on doing what I am doing would be immoral. I loathe myself. Slut, bitch, whore... the words you could describe me with, all negative, could go on forever. A plethora of insults, all that I deserve inflicted upon myself in a physical manner. Plastered, sloshed, I regret things that I have done, and I wish to return to my old ways, because no one understands, and what one cannot understand one cannot judge. Anorexia and bulimia. A one man battle. Who shall be left standing? 10:16 a.m. - 2003-08-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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