[Tags**|anorexia, blame, broken, censored, crazed, maybe, need, perfection, sick of me, tired, wish] [mood** |
woe.]"I felt like I was going out of my mind. My head was never quiet. Quiet is an in-between point, implying a balance between noise and silence, between the strange blackouts I began to have -- pure silence, not sleeplike but deathlike -- and the hellish shrieking jumble of my own thoughts and the voices of the world.And the sharp hiss of one voice that started out softly, as though below layers of moss, or flesh, and gradually became so loud it drowned out everything else: Thinner, it said. You've got to get thinner.( wasted...Collapse )....i really want to get the book now. |