2/29/2013

I am not meant for this fucking world. I miss him and want him so bad, I try and hide it. Everyone thinks I'm so strong and all that bullshit. I am not. No one ever will know or will ever find out. I am starving myself. I promised Nick I wouldn't self harm. I'm not. Not eating isn't a form of self harm. I'm sick too, so I puke up any calories I get in the day whether it be drinks or such. I hopefully will die, and if not at least I am skinny. Maybe one day he will want me back. I was so desperate to just be able to look at him, I made a fake Instagram. Of course he deleted all the photos of me, but some of my comments are still there and it tears me apart. I will never love again, and until the day I die I will be waiting for him. Like sisyphus I am bound to hell.