Ramblings
I am unsure of what to say, I just know I wish to say it. I can slowly feel the fragments of the person I was and could have been dissapearing with every pound, every inch of flesh that falls off of my body. It is a week and a half into the summer and all I have wanted to do was sit hunched in front of the computer screen sketching, reading, saving thinspiration. The thought of running barefoot across the sun kissed stones that lay sleeping beside the rivers edge, laughing, seems almost impossible. It’s to much work to be somebody, to be what everyone expects you to be. So instead I am nothing. I have signed the contract for something I will never obtain, the terms being of course, that I give up everything. I have sold my soul and the truth is, I will not find peace tonight. Nobody could ever find peace this way.
