My Heart Will Sing

Purging. Heaving. Acid. Cringing.

When I see some girls. I just want to throw all the shit in me out. I want to like throw up until there’s nothing left in me. I feel so self conscious when I walk. I feel so sick to my stomach when I see my own reflection. My thighs are touching each other. My arms are flailing all over the place. Shit I need to feel clean. Empty. Dry. Do whatever you want to my health now. I don’t really care. But these girls are so skinny and they still complain. Look at fucking me. I’m repulsive. I’m fucking disgusting.