Pathetic.

It's so fucking ridiculous.

That is all for now.

Incompetant.

Can't believe that.

Really can't.

It's absolutely disgusting.

They'll treat me for my physical problems fine.

But refuse to do a psych eval on me.

Clearly if I've overdosed.

Or cut, both even.

It's clear I need one.

Some people are unbelievable.

Frankie.

That one person.

Who can lift your mood.

Bring a smile to your face.

And brighten your day.

Shes my rock.

Nothing Left.

How the hell do I fix things.

Get my life on some sort of track.

I have no ideas left.

There is no fight left in me anymore.

Trapped between life and death.

I just want to sleep forever.

Bulimia.

Those feelings.

I hate them.

They happen every time.

Why do I not learn.

Binge eat and you will want to die, stupid.

Fuck you, bulimia.

You are destroying me.