November 2008
1 post
Oh please, help me
To whom it may concern,
I stand here in my bathroom, in front of the mirror, shirtless, staring at my thin wiry frame and counting my ribs one by one. My hair is everywhere, and I am watching myself run my hand across, rubbing my fingers together to feel the grease. I am staring directly into my eyes, indifferent and not caring much for anything. I have nothing much to live for, yet I still have...