For so long, I have harboured all of this.
(This is my secondary blog so be aware that I am unable to follow you back.)
I think my appetite has left me again. This pleases me no end.
There have been so many things I’ve wanted to say recently to the people I love, but I can’t because I know it will hurt them.
So I’m just keeping it all inside.
I wake up every morning wondering how I’m going to cope for another day. The tears remain perched behind my eyes, ready to fall at the slightest touch, or familiar voice.
The thought of “I wish I was dead” looms at the forefront of my mind frequently. I just want to sleep. Want this sadness to be over.
But it won’t. So I’m going to make my outside match up to my insides. 60lbs should do it…