tears running down my wrists.
red tears.
tears running down my face.
Transparent, like my soul. E 'is empty, is not there. Someone has destroyed it, or maybe something. I think it's true when they say that life is as a game: they give you cards and you play the part. I've lost the first, and then I have not shuffled the deck. I did not want to change things, and now I watch only those cards that I find myself in front, the first I've seen. Those are my reference point.
My cards are the best calories, diet, and balance the blade, but these can only win one solitary nobody wants to make this match.
I like so many games. Who knows why. I wonder why I hate myself so much. I wonder why others do not see me fat and I will . For some reason I fill your mouth with all that and then I'm going to spit into the handkerchief. Who knows perché mi peso ogni volta che mangio qualcosa. Chissà perché gli altri dicono che è così sbagliato mentre io vedo solo questo.
Però a me piace quando scorrono lacrime rosse lungo i miei polsi.
In realtà mi sto adattando come un fiume si adatta al cammino possibile, senza dimenticare il proprio obiettivo: il mare.
La verità è che sono ancora troppo grassa. Domani comincio per l'ennesima volta la dieta.
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