Why do I feeling like this ?
Why am I like this ?
Who am I ...?
I’m thinking this all the time.
I had conversation with my parent yesterday. It was hard conversations.
I cried all day couldn’t anything.
But one point I realized I really need a care from parent. No matter what, how. I just want them to accept me this is me.
I’m complicated and messed but it’s me trying my best for recovery.
I weight is really close to being in hospital.
I can’t control my self. I’m suffering so much.
Everyone can eat normal but I can’t.
I wast food and that kills me inside cuz I know in other countries people can’t eat and die. For me I have good opportunities and bright future but I can’t let my self happen.
What is my problem...
It’s so hard.
I’m losing my self again. But I woke up this morning as ME. I’m alive and day will start.
I’m glad I’m still alive. I can write this blog.
I’m alive and I need to live and can never stop this game. I gotta win. But help me.
But you know what as I have this tattoo on my stomach. Even I’m down sun will rise everyday and it will never die.
Who die is myself.
Do I really want that?
No right ?
Even the darkest night sun will rise and new day start. What is important is me never stop fighting.
I can do it and I’ll get better.
We can do this together.
