Sunday, February 24, 2013

Food is like a lie. It says you can have that happiness that everyone else, has but it's always empty, and so you eat and eat and never feel full. Because food isn't happiness. It just makes you fat. It brings you farther away from your goals.
Food is for happy people. I may never be happy but at least I can be skinny.

"You have no idea what it's like to live in a little smelly cage every day. To never see the sunlight or go outside to stretch your legs. To have no point in life except to sit and wait for something to happen, knowing it never will. Knowing no one will come and save you but you still hope. You have no idea what it is like to KNOW that your life is already over. To know that you had to give up early on because no one could hear your screams for help. You have no idea what it's like to try and fight your way up a waterfall of everyone- your family and your friends- telling you that you are worthless and have already messed up your life and will go to hell, and then wishing that you could give up this hellish prison for that hell, hate and all, just to be around those people again. And every second feels like an eternity of hell, drowning in your own loneliness and knowing even if someone did talk to you, you would hurt them. You have no idea what it feels like to know you could live again if you just chose to and never choosing to because you feel like you can't. And fighting every moment to find that will to live that everyone else needs you to have, after knowing that life is just one painful moment after another and knowing there is nothing out there for you and that you will NEVER be happy, while people hang little lines in front of you, of things they believe exist but you have no access to. You have no idea. And you never will. And that's why we are different."