I hate that I can’t will myself into wanting to gain weight.
I find that I’m hurting over something that shouldn’t hurt me. I’m obsessing over something that shouldn’t concern me.
I attach like a vine, and I latch onto feelings and I let them grow beyond my control until they are consuming. Until they consume me.
And I’m hurting, you know, but it shouldn’t be this way.
I did a bad thing last night, and now I know who I am as a person.