Credit to maddyheartshoney.deviantart.comi like to examine my body in the mirror, trace my ribcage and my hipbones, lay on the floor and watch my body cave in. sinking, sinking, sinking...thin. i like to count my ribs one by one and see them through my shirt. they are a sick feeling, a pretty feeling. human bodies can be so weak and fragile. i want to be loved for more than the bones that aren't enough for me. but if i'm not enough for me then will i ever be enough for him? i want to be perfect for him but i want to be perfect for me first. selfish as usual. my mind is a scary place to be sometimes - my thoughts are sick and twisted and the kitchen in my home doesn't know my name anymore. i miss you too.
