Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Welcome Back. Not Home, Just Back

It's not like I wanted to. I just had to. But now, my shit is really fucked up. Emily knows. I guess it's slightly alright, because she had went into this too. But her parents caught it in time.
I've dug up all my pro-ana papers. And have been poring over them with a sick obsession to be so-called "perfect".

It's not the good kind of welcome back. Not home. But back.

1 comment:

They always make me smile(: