Cigarettes and Old Cassettes

Apr 22nd, 2009 7:03:03 pm - Subscribe

My hair is dry again. Dreading itself as I am too sad to comb it. I see the symptoms. I do not care.

It will be worth it when I can look in the mirror again. When the three day mark sheads the water weight and vanity pounds rather than leaving a painful realization of my problem. Just once more, I would love to see my tiny frame in skintight tops, arching my back to show off the slightest pooch.

Pale, dazed, and beautiful.

The scale will offer comfort soon. The circles and imaginary spiders will be my only flaws. Dancing between the raindrops once again. Flying out the window when I feel trapped.

I can't maintain happiness for long so I might as well be thin.

This was not my initial objective.

This is me giving up again.

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