380 the lighter I get…..

The fatter I feel.  I look down on my grotesque lump of a mid rift and I shudder.  The number on the scale is going down excrutiatingly slowly, but I dont believe it anyway.

I’m fat, outta shape and ugly., and let’s be honest, I’m a drug addict. 

I’m getting no help over here, and I have no one to talk too

I’m struggling to keep afloat.  Today i purged at work, AT WORK and again after dinner at home. I then hit the gym already exhausted but the usuál mantra of run fatty run overode all my senses, so I ran.

!The crash is coming. I’m losing control. My chest is tight and I’m often oddly breathless.

I need help

Loopy x

Author: insideloopyshead

On paper I have the perfect life, good career, supportive and loving partner and a beautiful little son. But today I want to die. It’s time to set my thoughts free. Come along with my daily mental adventures and gain insight into warped thinking and it’s hazards and maybe support me along the way. View all posts by insideloopyshead