Lost girl with lost words.

I remember when life was simple and beautiful, when my days where long and my nights were only for dreams, when I was worth it and life wasn't a cruel joke.

New problems, new fat.

9:39 p.m. I have been eating all the stuff I successfully avoided, I literally can feel how I gained 2 or 3 pounds. Now, my head is killing me with that little voice that keeps calling me "Stupid pig" " F A T" "Useless bitch" and the worst…

Beginning of the end.

1: 41 am. Headache but still awake. Memories running trough my mind whilst my skin is visited by cold tears. I try so hard to focus but is useless... The clock points 1:49 and all the words that I had planned to write are long gone. Sailin…