Open Your Eyes.

"Lately, I'm not quite myself,

Maybe, I do need some time,
Just my confusion, trust my delusion,
Don't you regret you met me,
Go through these steps to get me
Back to where we start, before I fall apart..."


I just wish someone would understand just how bad this has become.
Just how close I am to being completely fucked up.
I can even imagine how fucked up I would be by now if I lived on my own.
I hope I never live on my own, or else I think I would die.
But at the same time, I want it, because I want that power, I want to have that control over my life, I want to be able to do all the shit that I know it's hurting me and everyone that loves me, but just feels kinda good inside.
Starving feels good. It feels like I acomplished something. Not that I ever tried it for very long. But skipping a meal feels empowering, and I kinda wish I could do it more often.
I really, really miss cutting. It would take my mind away from everything, and I loved to see the blood. I feel so close to relapsing and I know the only reason that it hasn't happened yet is because I would never, ever, betray and hurt Ricardo that way. Not him. He deserves more. He deserves better than me. He deserves someone he doesn't need to calm down every week.
I hate bursting in tears on the phone for no reason. I just wish I could have a hug to make it all feel better. But I don't. I really don't have anyone here to hug me when I'm down, right now.
Ricardo is much too far away, and how I hate that. David lately kinda ignores me and even when he doesn't, he is clueless about what to do. I have no idea when was it that he stopped getting me, but he did. He can't see right through me anymore, and I really miss that.

There's really so much that I miss... I miss things being simple, more than anything.

I miss the time when I had nothing to worry about, really. Damn, I made the biggest troubles by myself back then.
I still do that, a bit.
Well, I didn't change that much.

4st 7lbs

I can't deal with this right now. I can't deal with my jeans not fitting and being fat right now.

No matter how often you tell me I'm beautiful and healthy, I don't feel healthy. I feel obese. I'm (not so slowly) going back to how I was before, weight wise, even if I'm supposedly a lot healthier now.

I can't be healthier. If I was healthier, that would reflect on my body. I want my body from last year back. I want to be thinner than I was last year. I want to be tiny. I want to be lifted like a feather. I want to put on any clothes and look effortless beautiful. I want to be pale and cold and fragile looking.

Yep, I'm going back there. And I won't let myself be stopped. I can't.






Happy 2010.

Iris

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

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I need you

Sometimes what I need is way more than words. Not all the words in the world could mean as much as laying on your arms, some days. 'Cause I don't have anything to say. I can't excuse myself for what I do. I don't know why I do it, and you being here would probably don't change a thing. I binge 'cause I feel empty, I restrict later because I feel too full, I cut because I'm a failure and I need some kind of punishment. I don't want anybody's pity, I just want someone to yell at me and beg me to stop. I want someone to force me to stop. To literally yell at me telling me I AM worth it, that I am NOT a failure.
I just need something. I need security. I need to know you're mine and I need to know you're keeping me despite how messed up I already am and how messed up I will become. I need to be sure that your eyes shine when you say my name.
I could find a milion reasons to love you, but none would be more important than having someone that loves me.

{found on my Math's notebook, it is old, from a few weeks ago. but... still makes sense.}

Who I am hates who I've been.

"I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I’ll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart."

I feel like now, almost more than ever, I need a break. I know it's been worse. I know I should be feeling better, but that, on itself, can make me feel worst. Because everyone expects me to feel better. Everyone expects me to be all bubbly now I have a boyfriend. And I'm not even sure if I want this yet. He's the most amazing guy I've met, he treats me like I deserve to be treated, but I just don't know if I want that. Sometimes it's just too good and I can't stand it. I don't like it when things are just so certain. I can't stand to know exactly who it will happen. I know I can make this last for virtually as long as I want to. And that scares the hell out of me. Because that means that I can make mistakes. And I'm not used to that. I'm used to being shouted out and yelled at with every tiny mistake that I make. I'm used to being told that I need to think more, to be smarter, to work harder. With everything. And in a way, I like the challenge. It breaks me apart, makes me a wreck, but I like it. In a way, I like to feel miserable. I feel like I deserve it, since I've had such an easy life so far.

I feel like I can't even fail the right way. I can't have a full blown-out ED, I obcess about food as much as an anorexic, but I fat, huge, and I just keep gaining weight, because I just can't do it right and be consistent with either not eating or eating normally. I can't be a real cutter because I barely scratch my skin when I do cut, which I do with damn scissors, I can't even get myself to use a blade. I can't fail completely at music lessons, because I still get to pass. Barely, but I do. And I definitely can't fail as a girlfriend because no matter what I say, I can't hurt him. I can't get myself to do it. Not this time. He's just too special. And when I ridiculously try to attempt to it, he just forgives me. And I can't deal with that. I either have to be the best or the worst, I can't deal with averegeness.

Sometimes I still feel like I should die. I don't think anyone notices me that much. Despite being kinda "popular", I feel like no one knows me. Everyone imagines me as something that I am not, and sometimes I just can't fake it anymore. Because I fake it everyday. Everytime someone asks if everything is ok. Because people ask about how do I cope with everything, and I say I just manage to do it. But truth is, I don't. I can't cope with this. I break down so often, but I just can't get a hold on myself. Not anymore. Because holding on and manage to do it is what is expected from me.

And everyone is too blind to see that I'm not ok. And even if they notice it, they just ignore it, because the fact that I'm not ok would mean that I'm not perfect, that I'm broken, and that I couldn't be as promissing anymore, that I couldn't be so successful anymore, because no one would want me if I was broken. But I am. There IS something wrong. And I know it. And I just want someone to see it aswell. Not "see" it and ask me if I'm doing better, but realize that it won't get better that easily. That I'm not just faking this, and that I can't just stop, no matter how kind are your words, no matter how much information I have. It's something from inside and I just can't get myself together that easily. I need help. I'm aware of that. When will other people see it?