I feel full. Sickly full.
I feel so heavy, just sat here with my bloated belly ready to burst.
I want to gain. I do. But I hate what it's doing to me.
Today I've felt so weird. Almost as if I'm not actually here, like life isn't real.
I just feel so low.
But I know I have to wake up tomorrow and go on.
I kept wanting to give up but I can't, I won't.
I can suffer now or spend the rest of my life suffering even more.
I just need to keep that thought with me