18 August 2009

from yesterday

What do I say here?

I’m not happy. Yesterday was so nice. But I’m not happy. I saw a photograph of me in my bathing suit and wanted to starve myself. Whittle away my horrific stomach. Chisel my thighs.

I want to disappear.

Why?

I suppose I feel invisible. I’m tired. I need. . . more. . . But what exactly do I need?

If only I knew…

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