I'm 22, I'm an ordinary girl who hates her body and wants to fix it, at all costs.
I'm in love with my best friend. I make a lot of stupid mistakes.
Just want to be ok, really.
Happy, maybe.
Thin again.
Drugs, alcohol, too many pills, too much caffeine, cigarettes and doomed romance are less threatening to my well being than this. This constant trepidation. This constant feeling of not good enough.
I guess that's it.