||[Jul. 14th, 2006|03:34 pm]
|||||"Cornflake Girl" - Tori Amos||]|
so that mods in communities I want to join know I'm not a troll.
ANOREXIA FEELS LIKE...
...snuggling under the blanket with my mom and dad in front of the fire on Christmas Eve, back when they were infallible.
...chasing fireflies with my best friend at dusk.
...when the bell rang on Friday signalling the end of school.
...the moment I finally reach the end of the line at Disney World.
Nothing feels like home to me the way that anorexia does. Nothing. I hadn't been online in a few days; I started a new job and couldn't escape my roommates' watchful glares. But yesterday I had the whole day off, and all of them had to work. So I figured I'd take a quick peek, see how everyone was doing. See how I was doing in comparison.
It was like sliding my feet into a worn, warm pair of slippers.
I don't ever want to leave.
I don't care that it's killing me.
The captain goes down with her ship.