i was surmount by a billow of inexplicable sadness . i was wandering aimlessly like how i usually do . it was like a whirlwind , it spontaneously happened . i just couldnt stop the surge of oblivious depression , i couldnt hold my emotion down . i cried , everyone was looking as though i-- little girl that losses her way back home .
it was a norm for people who suffered from anxiety and depression , there's still uncertainty in me that i'd fall into this category , i hope not . i would still rate my life as monotonous .
you could predict that i wasnt doing well at every aspect of my life since i hardly update any event that i have been going through . i really have not a clue to convey or rather express myself through words , through xanga ; at times . i am made , into someone i couldnt recognized .. mirrors reflect me as an obese cow , my voice echoes jealousy , self-hatred , self-deprecate , self-destruct . apologies were constant yet repentance was never instant .
i would have to rebut if you agreed with anorexic/bulimic/binge-eating is merely a game you could play with , stick to it whenever you feel like you have the ability to , sling and fling whenever you'd had enough of it . to be continued ... | 