i love you. i want you. i need you. i can’t find you and i’m so sick of myself. i feel you get close and i get scared. i’m trying, it’s just not good enough… yet.
She smiles, but I know what she's thinking. I know she is angry. She doesn't understand. The whole times she was away I cut back, felt better. I controlled and let go of the food. Clean. I was clean. A part of me hates her for making me dirty.
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