I think i might be possessed.
(Either that or I say God damn too much God has really cursed me to eternal damnation)
No matter what my psychiatrist, countless psychologists, uni counsellor, doctor, mum and most recently Leith (fitness instructor) say,
I still feel otherwise.
I'd rather be unhealthy and dying on the inside and be skinny
then healthy and be the weight I am now.
Yes I know I have a problem which explains the fact i'm seeing/seen my psychiatrist, psychologists and counsellors.
It has practically consumed my life.
I'm up all night because I think about this shit.
I'm obsessed. Paranoid. Man you could even call me a fucking freak for all I care
Because going to an all girl's catholic school for 10 years (esp the last 4) it changes you.
Go suck a fuck if you're gonna judge me cause you're most probably also killing yourself in one way or another
(i.e. cancer sticks/alcohol/eating meat/breathing in asbestos from your houses)
1 comment:
a mother's love knows no boundaries. thats y it hurts me so much to see you doing what you are doing and know thats how you feel and want to be. i know nothing much can be done to help you and its just a matter of time i'll see you end up in a hospital bed. thats y i'm so stressed up and sad.
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