I need to start writing again, and I need an outlet. No one reads this anymore, obviously, seeing as I don't post anymore. So I'll start here, but I'll probably move somewhere else. I dunno. We'll see. This is my spot though, I can put up whatever the fuck I want.
This probably isn't healthy. I should probably stop. But I don't want to. It's sad isn't it? I'm a damn good actress though. They both believed my pathetic lie. Who would even try to guess the truth? Except yesterday, when someone noticed. When someone yelled at me, confronted me, said it was getting scary. But I blew it off perfectly. And I ate so damn much, she couldn't say anything else. I'm going to try, I really will, but I'm not where I want to be, but I'm so damn close, just a little farther please? Then I'll get better. I'm already closer than I was yesterday. This will not be for nothing. I kept getting stuck in one place for weeks, but I've grown impatient. But really, I only need like two more weeks (probably not even that). I'll stop soon, I promise. I just, it's...comforting. I can't write anymore, I'm done for now.
