I am tired of people telling me I’m pushing it when I say I want to lose another 15 pounds.
I am tired of being told to eat, I am tired of being told what to do.
Why can’t people just understand that I don’t care if I die. I don’t care if my eating disorders take my life. Because I have none. I have no life.
I am tired of people telling me to cheer up, I don’t have any energy left after walking my daily 10 miles.
I want to sleep. Forever.
With my valium and zopiclone. Sleep in peace.
And I’m sick of you. I am really sick of you, who left me to this.
And I am sick of myself, for even caring.