Ryuuaku's Dear Diary

today (well technically yesterday) my friend treated me my favorite food. i said she shouldn’t and told her about how i vomit most of my meals after i eat them. she said it’s okay, that i was to get better. i know i’m not. i ate the meal and not even

i am not sad nor angry — who cares if i’m missing a limb or two? the less my body becomes, the more worthy i feel that i am.  today is my fourth day of cutting down food. i’m barely eating a full meal everyday. that’s okay though. i learned c