Friday, 13 January 2012

047; I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe.

As the new year continues on and on, I am coming undone; every day is a blur of nauseahungeranxietystrangeachesbingingandpurgingandbingingandpurging. It hurts to breathe, and I never want to leave my bed. I don't care what tomorrow might have to offer, I don't care about a future, I don't care if it ever gets any better. I am just so tired. All I want to do is cry and cry, but I'm afraid that if I start, I won't ever stop. For now, I will just hide underneath the covers.


  1. come hide with me under the covers and run away

  2. can i join? that seems to be the only thing that interests me. staying in bed for days.