hello my name is

How long will there be this back and forth? All of my insides are lazily tied into haphazard knots and no one is here to hear me. My discomfort is obvious, but if I were to talk about it, no one would understand. So I guess I'm here on my own until it's all going right again. Probably about 60lbs from now. The desperation has set in, and little shall pass my lips until goals have been reached.

rehashing again again again

I'm terrified I'll never be more than I already am.
I'm crying again.

I am fat and disgusting and no one will ever love me.

Are we here again? Pathetic.