i'll cut my hips.
until I see bones.
i'll carve out my thighs.
until I can see to the other side.
cuts on my ribs.
cuts on my wrist.
my punishment for eating.
my whole body is bleeding.
if I were stronger.
i'd starve for much longer.
but it's only been 43 hours.
and now I feel the fat bubbling up.
it's a good thing, I make myself throw up.
i am fat.
i am worthless.
ugly.
stupid.
gross.
but paper thin is my only hope.
