Mia has returned to me. And oh how ive missed her. And ana well she's here in the sense that when i look in the mirror i see disgusting fat empassing my thighs, calves, ass, arms, tummy, face ...the list goes on right down to my wrists! Yes my wrists are fat!
How might you ask did they return? Well they returned with my old friend sorrow.
Sorrow that my flatmate saw my ex walking down the street with his new girlfriend hand in hand.
Sorrow that i txted him the day before and he txted back straight away saying lets meet next week... maybe. And my heart literally skipped a beat.
Sorrow that i txted him the next night when his facebook said he cut up his face diving in a shallow pool and he never txt back...because he was with her.
Im sick of being fat. I want to waste away to nothing. I want to be hollow so my emotions have no home in me. Nothing to stick to. Nothing ...Nothing but emptiness and loneliness.
Where nothing can feed and nothing can fester. Nothing can dig in its claws and rip out my heart.
Every day i pass his fucking house on the bus. Every day i fucking hear something mentioned about his god forsaken country.
Every fucking day he is somewhere mentioned in my life.
Who am i? I do not know this person. I am not myself.
Every day i grow sader, ever day i grow heavier. When all i wantis to be light and fly away. I want the wind to take me far away. Travel across these lands to another place where i am not broken.
Where i am strong and i do not get my self worth from the men i attach myself to.
I hope they were dating when we fucked. I hope we fuck again so i can meet her by chance and ruin their relationship. I hope she screws him over so he feels like shit, like i do now. So he can feel this hatred that overwhelms my body that seeps into my every pore, my every being.
Im glad his 2010 has started so shit, karma is a bitch!
...At least she is ugly!
...but where does prettiness get you when you still dont get the man?
How might you ask did they return? Well they returned with my old friend sorrow.
Sorrow that my flatmate saw my ex walking down the street with his new girlfriend hand in hand.
Sorrow that i txted him the day before and he txted back straight away saying lets meet next week... maybe. And my heart literally skipped a beat.
Sorrow that i txted him the next night when his facebook said he cut up his face diving in a shallow pool and he never txt back...because he was with her.
Im sick of being fat. I want to waste away to nothing. I want to be hollow so my emotions have no home in me. Nothing to stick to. Nothing ...Nothing but emptiness and loneliness.
Where nothing can feed and nothing can fester. Nothing can dig in its claws and rip out my heart.
Every day i pass his fucking house on the bus. Every day i fucking hear something mentioned about his god forsaken country.
Every fucking day he is somewhere mentioned in my life.
Who am i? I do not know this person. I am not myself.
Every day i grow sader, ever day i grow heavier. When all i wantis to be light and fly away. I want the wind to take me far away. Travel across these lands to another place where i am not broken.
Where i am strong and i do not get my self worth from the men i attach myself to.
I hope they were dating when we fucked. I hope we fuck again so i can meet her by chance and ruin their relationship. I hope she screws him over so he feels like shit, like i do now. So he can feel this hatred that overwhelms my body that seeps into my every pore, my every being.
Im glad his 2010 has started so shit, karma is a bitch!
...At least she is ugly!
...but where does prettiness get you when you still dont get the man?
2 comments:
I'm so sorry you are feeling like this. I can totally relate. Mia is a total bitch who always manages to show up especially when we are feeling such sorrows.
Hold on. I know it doesn't feel like it but as the saying goes (and I believe) "this too shall pass".
I send you strength.
Stay lovely.
xox
I know just what you're saying about feeling fat EVERYWHERE. My wrists are fat too! Let's waste away together. Hope you feel better, love.
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