Saturday, 24 July 2010

Trapped

I went downstairs, to get a drink, to look in the cupboards but not touch, not eat. But they were eating, I couldn't go beyond the bottom of the stairs, couldn't see them. I came back up, I couldn't control my breathing. I hate this, I hope tomorrow is better, I hope I DO more, I hope I don't go crazy. I hope I don't binge, I hope I don't eat.

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