Once barely consuming, now consumes everything.
It's all in my head, that's what everyone says. I know. I used to think that it feeds on me but I'm feeding it. Sick is thanking myself for all these photos. Feels like I take forever comparing. Every single day, every moment I get to see my reflection, every mirror is a death sentence to be. I've been having a hard time feeling or thinking straight. Every day's another battle. My mind's a peculiar sort of silent. I know that in this peace, there is chaos waiting to happen. If I've to make myself believe that I don't want to be here, doesn't that already says a lot? I'm tempted to go backwards.
-riri-
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