Home
I came home today.
Home.
My home consists of my mother and I. Home means I have no one really watching me. I can let loose an no one will know. Today I have had a few spoonfulls of porridge, half of a sandwich, 1 packet of crisps and 2 mini sauasage rolls and I like it. I don't deserve to eat. weighing myself today showed me how much weight I have began to gain again >.< I was getting close to my goal but no I had to be a glutton again.
Home. Home mean I can induldge in my desires, things that people say are bad for me. I know home can be bad for my metal frame, but it gives me what I WANT.
I want to be skinny.
I want to push my limits.
I want to experiance more and more.
Lets just see what happens. I can let go of control for once, and I want to see where it will take me. What it will make out of me. This may not be a safe journey, hell it might not even be fun, but its experiancing life and MYSELF.
What could possibly go wrong....?
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