It's Progess.

It's progess.

Fatigue. Headache. Sleepiness.

It'll be fine. I deserve it.

My brother said I'm too thin, and that I need to eat more.

My mind can't seem to care for the last part.

All it repeats is "You're quite thin".

I'm quite thin?

I'm quite thin.

I'll get thinner.

I'm such a pig :(

I've been obsessed with the colour red, blo0d, catholic symbolism, religious suffering, hunger, human weaknesses, mourning, can1bal1sm, st4rving, vampires, pain, the gloomy, silence, old times, candles, harder times, religious stuff. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure there is something wrong about me.

I just ate more slices of cake... I hate myself.

I feel like there's something wrong with me, but there's nothing I can do about it so I do nothing about it.