I'm a little bit surprised at the things in my room that seem so normal to me, but to everyone else wouldn't be.
They've been there for about 2 years now, and nobody has noticed. It wouldn't surprise me if they did notice, because they don't care.
I mean, over 2 years I've had so many things that scream "Wrong!". But they go unnoticed, and for that I think I am the slightest bit grateful. I used to want people to notice, want to be saved from myself, want to heal. But now, I've more or less accepted this as my life. I'm comfortable with my internal hell. In sync with it for once. I've finally started running in the direction of hell, and I refuse to go back.
I am me.
I am not perfect.
I try to do the best that I can, set goals that I can reach, and do anything to achieve them.
But I've gotten a little lost along the way, and now here I am, struggling with Anorexia, Depression, and Self Harm.
My blog isn't supposed to be a happy place. Or an advice giving place. It's just a place that I can write out all my thoughts, everything I feel, without being judged!
Maybe you'll find solace in my struggles, someone to understand. Maybe you'll find interest in watching my journey through my life, or maybe you'll even take one look at this, and turn away. Every reaction is a lesson, and I am here to learn.
This blog is access into my most private thoughts.
With that being said, enjoy!
With that being said, enjoy!
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