| Written by Diana, on 22-06-2005 00:48 |
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In all this, I've numbed the voice telling me I'm obese and in turn woken the voice telling me I'm disgusting and dirty. I've come head long into flashbacks as bad as ever but I think they are a result of remembering, of wanting more than this. They're more painful, more damaging. I wish I didn't have to function in society. Around every corner, through every door, he waits for me. Ten more pounds and maybe he won't recognize me, maybe he won't remember, maybe I'll be too numb to feel him hurting me.
Last update: 22-06-2005 00:48
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