.. yet I love her.
Why is it so damn hard to have so many personalities...
One is fighting for me to live, the other one is fighting for me to give in and die in my deep depression and eating disorder.
And stuck in the middle is the girl who should live a life only for herself, but she's just without a soul and lack emotions. She can't keep up with the other two and have given up interferring with them.
She's just sitting in a corner watching them fight.
They make too much noises along with everyone els around me.
My head hurts. My wrists hurts.
There's only one thing that can shot up them up! I hate doing it but it works....