After nineteen months of slowly walling myself, of sticking these grimey fingers in this rusted throat seven times a day, i had enough. And i thought it was okay, and i was new, and it was over.
That was seventeen days ago. But it has not left me, and i'm either starving myself or stuffing in anything and then running laps. I thought it was gone. I'm tired of this bullshit. What do i do? I thought it left me?