Perfect in a fucked up way

I'm a mess but he loves me.

I'm a mess but she wants to run away with me.

I'm a mess but he thinks i'm beautiful.

And there are only three people who understand. Out of my many, "friends". Sometimes i wonder if it's even worth it to reach out anymore. Maybe all i need are the three that don't judge me, that take me for who i am. Their beautiful mess. Their broken friend. Because they are all in their own way, just as broken.

Made it up to eating once a day. At least. I'll start off small. Work my way up. One day i'll be...fuck it. I always say, "one day". One day i'll be what they want. One day i'll be good enough for them. Fuck it. Not one day. I'm good for myself. I have an eating disorder, i self injure, i get sad a lot. I'm also a wonderful mother, a caring friend, and a good person at heart. So if they can't take me for what i am now. Then fuck them.

1:14 a.m. - 2007-10-31