Run.

I feel like I should just go.

Just run away.

Escape from life.

Shut Up.

My heads two-ing and throwing all over the place.

From one thing to the other.

Why won't you shut the fuck up.

God dammit already.

Who Knows.

What do I decide?

Supported housing god knows where.

Or being detained under Section 3.

Of the mental health act.

For 6 months at the most.

In the town where I live.

Over.

I want everything to end tonight.

For my life to be over.

I can't fight anymore.

Miss You.

I miss you.

More than you could ever imagine.

You had such a positive impact on my life.

Someone who I can trust.

Someone who would listen to me.

Always encouraging me.

You accept me for who I am.

I feel safe around you.

That is what matters to me the most.

You made me keep fighting.

Without you I want to give up.

Gave In.

I actually gave in.

Knew I would.

That voice always wears me down.

Can't change what I've done now.

Spent all my money.

On purpose.

So I can't eat.

Good or bad thing.

I'm not sure.

Starving makes me like me.

Yeah I know, fucked up.

Maybe the Anorexia is coming back.

Who knows.

I'd rather that than Bulimia.

So I ain't complaining.
Anorexia is not as much of a mind fuck.
Well for me anyway.
But I'd prefer to be ED free.

Hole Inside Me.

I'm never going to get rid of that hole.
It's always going to be there.

An empty black hole.

Just sucking the life out of me.

Along with Bulimia.

I feel so lost in myself.

Going Back.

Am I going back there?

Maybe I am.

I've got a gut feeling.

But I guess I'll find out for sure.

Well soon enough.

It'll be different this time.

If it happens that is.

Chances.

I want to tell her I'm done with her.

I can't take it anymore.

She doesn't deserve another chance.

I feel cruel saying that.

But she's ran out of chances.

Lets me down and crushes my hope each time.

Shes run out of chances.

I want a mum.

More than you could imagine.

Someone who doesn't let me down.

Unlike her.

Done With Anxiety.

Anxiety please go away.

Pounding heart.

Feelings of panic and dread.

Butterflies in my tummy.

Shortness of breath.

I'm done with you already.

Never Ending Battle.

So damn sick of life.

I just want it to be over already.

I'm tired of fighting.

Grow Up.

It's sad, it really is.

Grow the fuck up.

You're supposed to be my mother.

Not a bitchy teenager.

You've shown me your true colors.

You've blown your chances.

She Makes Me Hate Me.

She will be the end of me.

No one makes me hate myself more than you do.

You're supposed to be my mother.

Grow up.

Whats with the attitude.

You make me want to die.

Doctors Appointment.

Got doctors tomorrow.

So frickin' scared.

I'm panicking already.

Oh my god.

I hate anxiety.