A is for Anorexia.

Battling Anorexia is... difficult. Overall difficult. Hard. Because she is a monster. One that takes over you. Everything. Whatever you have. Whatever you want. Everything you are. YOUR WISHES. And everytime you turn arround she will be following you. Everytime you fail she will be there to punish you. She'll be sweet when you win and bitter when you loose. She won't understand how you feel. She won't actually allow you to feel. She will just hurt. SHE JUST WANTS TO HURT. Mind me, the Anorexia ship is always about to sink. Always unstable. Always dangerous. And you are the one and only captain. You drag yourself into it and don't know how to make the way out. Every breath you take she'll be watching you. Food will haunt you in your dreams. Everytime you swallow. Quod me nutrit me destruit. And the worse thing is that there's no way out. There's just no way out. She will destroy you. Control you. She will break you and you will be nothing. Breathing thin air. Swallowing your lungs. Eating yourself alive. And there's nothing I can do. She is my obsession. I love her to the bones. To have and to hold.

Odio diciembre. Y los finales. En los finales siempre se muere el bueno y el malo se casa con la guapa. Y no comen perdices. Manda huevos. Ahí sigo, sin seguirme. Sin dibujarme. Con las líneas rotas. Las ganas las dejé hace tiempo. El impulso me empuja. ¿Sinceramente? Me da igual. A mí ya todo me da igual.