freakymandy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- broken glass I could relate myself to a broken glass. Shattered pieces of me, scattered. I can try to pick up myself from those tiny remnants. Applying glue to keep myself together. One smash again and I'm gone back to where I've started. It's as fragile as that, my broken self. I don't think any ED girls can live without the shadows of Ana/Mia/ETC trailing them from behind. "Recovering" Ana/Mia is like trying to pretend that what you're experiencing is like a dream that you will wake up from. It's not. Welcome to the cold hard reality. I don't think I can ever recover at all. I'm so tired. It's not easy, it's not hard, but it is NOT possible in the long run. How long must I keep pretending that I am okay? This can never work for a long time even if it's possible. 7:43 p.m. - 2004-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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