I hate this
I hate the tearstained pillow
I hate the sleepless nights
I hate the stress duing meals
I hate the morning headaches
I hate the constant counting
I hate the constant watching
I hate the doctors for not seeibg through me
I hate the scale for making me heavy
I hate the soft spots i’d never had
I hate the ensure i have to drink.
I hate recovery
I hate it all.
Everyday. Every hour. Its all i think about, and i hate how no one is ever there.