Thank you, your comments made me cry. And I don't cry. I still find it hard to accept that you all care, but I appreciate it, A lot.
I hate to say it, but the only word I have to describe me right now is hopeless.
I feel very little at the minute. I would say I feel numb, but that can't possibly be a feeling, can it?
I have gone through periods like this before, where I'm a bit more unhappy than usual.
This will, I'm sure, like the others pass.
But until then I don't really know.
I can't even really be bothered stringing a proper sentence together.
I always said I would be in control.
But I'm not.
I'm really not.
This thing, whatever it is, is eating away at me, one tiny bit at a time.
She doesn't want me here, she wants me out of this body, so she can fix it and make it thin.
I need to do it myself fast or I will die, trapped inside this body, while she takes over.
I may have gone mad.
But to be honest,
I can't really tell.