8:00 p.m. - 2007-09-07
Before beauty, Bulimia
Inside my room exist discomfort peering out the mirrors, I've got many. For the first time I'm moving the knife away from the vein and to my stomach, then my face, cuz I hate what I see. Too weak to change, I'm just going to lay in bed and never leave my room. I'm not stepping out that door until this gut dissapears.