#107

There's a story I can't seem to take out of my head so I thought why not writting it down. Pure fiction for once.

My name is not to be known, I just want to share a story of my daily life, for years now I had a worm in my head that tells me what to do, as for this moment it tells me to type untill my fingers fall down, last night was hard night I was supposed to sleep I graves aknife and wrote a big A on my hip your name will always be there for me, I was afraid I would do it wrong so I didn't continue with the rest I want to have your name in my body and I'm thankful you don't have a crazy long name because that will hurt, I am not sane, I like to starve and I have all my records on my dear notebook, I'm sure everyone knows about it already but they pretend I'm just a sick atention caller. I spend hours in the bathroom and I'm adicted to laxative pills I hate the thought of having food on my body and surpringly I like to look like I'm sick because that's what I really am, a very sick person. I love to drink I wish I was drunk all the time but then again alcohol has so much calories I can't take it. I cut myself every night and this no one will know because I hide the scars with clothes on place you wouldn't believe. I forgot the rest

*sigh* again this is all in my head