Back to eating sandwiches with one piece of bread.

Joy.

A big part of my life just fell to pieces, and me with it. My eating is already suffering, not to mention sleep. I have been a wreck for days and basically all I’m saying is

I’m back here.

I think.

Maybe.

I didn’t need this place, and I was genuinely happy for a long time. I’m going to be happy again, but until I am I’m going to vent here a bit as well as to a few good friends.

It’s astounding how fast the disordered thoughts zoom in when something tragic happens to you.

Dropping pounds without even trying. Ooops.

endthymes:

seongmin ahn, ‘beyond – dark, hole 3’ (2003); sumi ink on mulberry paper