I can't remember the last time I ate, so I laugh. It's just one of my attempts at godliness
. Or maybe not. I can't stand the fucking food. It's sickening, everything is sickening. I'm sickening
. And I stare with blank eyes at nothing. It's so hard to focus, but what's there to look at when you're alone? I feel my body reeling
, refusing it. I don't believe in male anorexia
. The emaciated arms, tired mind
, endless lethargy, they mean nothing.
My despair grows all the more extreme
. But I love it when I waste away. I love it when I can kill me softly
, slowly, gradually. I can't see the end, and the world is disgusting
Know that it can happen to you.
It happened to me.