Monday, September 24, 2012

He says that he won't leave me. Even if we are just friends, he has grown an attachment to me. He promises to never leave. He might give up fire academy for me.
I can't even believe it. Literally. I feel like later the excitement of me will calm down and he will regret it and resent me for it. I don't want to be the one to hold him back...
He says that he just wants to help people and that's why he wants to do it, but since I have the same dream although not the same idea for an occupation, he said we should work out what to do together. He wants to make enough money to be comfortable. I'm not sure what I am doing but I have always been let down in the past. I'm not talking about H either. H made promises to me when we first became friends too. I believed him. Now, I'm not sure what to do or if I should even trust myself, but I really don't want to fall in love with him right now. I don't want to fall in love right now period.
This guy is so determined to make me happy... Sometimes we talk in music. I know a lot of songs and so does he and we both share a certain love for music.

I sent him this-



And he sent this as a reply-



See if that makes any sense to you.
My heart let its wall down for one moment and I am in Hell again.
This friend from work... He has been such a good friend to me. He is even planning to get an apartment with me. I have been spending so much time with him and he has been comforting me so much and I have told him everything... And just for a moment in the car I had a moment looking over at him singing with the radio and I felt...
I can't do this anymore.
I am in so much pain. Everyone I love leaves me.
It reminds me of why I started to starve.
I am not striving for perfection. I should know better than that. I wanted to watch everyone around me suffer. I wanted to starve down into nothing so that all of those people who said they loved me and then left me, and betrayed me, and all of those people who said they would protect me and help me, then let me down, and all of those people who used the words, "I love you," and then beat me down until I was nothing... it's so that they can die a long agonizing death in their hearts. Instead of one attempt that could go wrong, one giant hurt that would heal over time, I want to make it so that I am always near death and make them feel a long hurt. At 120 I will be able to starve here and there and they would see my bones and worry. I would be able to pass over being emaciated and healthy back and forth until I am finally done. 96 used to be my ultimate goal. After watching some things, somehow I want to be in the 80's. They have already killed me so much on the inside that I can never actually be happy. I know that I will never be able to escape the depression. It's built into me from my core. This isn't me talking panicked, it's a fear I have always known and always spoke of. Even if I have happy times, as soon as winter comes the darkness settles over me again. Maybe winter isn't even the catalyst.
The thing is, no matter how much I talk about being healthy or managing this eating disorder, I know I can't let it go. I don't want to. It takes the want to change to get rid of it and right now... I can never see that happening. I want to be tiny. I want people to see what they have done to me. Maybe it isn't even as much about hurting them, as letting them see that I am hurt, and that healing is difficult for me.
But I at least want to be small enough that people can worry. No one worries about a fat anorexic. That's the cold hard truth.
I am proud of myself when I starve for long periods of time.
I am proud of myself when I hit a new low weight.
I am proud of myself when I wake up and my stomach is noticeably tinier.
I am proud of myself when my stomach stops growling because I haven't fed it in too long.
I am proud of myself when I fit into a new small size of pants.
I am proud of myself when I don't eat.
I am ashamed of myself for putting off losing weight like I can resume it anytime.
I am ashamed of myself for not starving when I know I can.
I am ashamed of myself for not losing weight faster and better because I know I can.
This is the truth and that's how I like it. I don't care that I am different.
But I am depressed.
I don't want to do this anymore... And every meal I skip is a step closer to my end.
Please, no comments trying to cheer me up. You can't pretend like things are going to be okay in my life when you don't feel like they can in yours. And don't tell me you don't feel the same way either because I know you do feel this way if you are anything like me.