Fuck you.

I packed my life into my fist and then I punched the sidewalk. Bits scattered, wind blew, and all I’m left is broken. And it’s wrong, but it hurts too much to care anymore. You say you’re bleeding, but what have I been doing for the past three years? Just sitting idly by? And you spit my secrets over everything, while I still have yours tucked away neatly. I can’t sink to your level, but I sure can want to. I love how…

I figured I'd post a little update to let you guys know just where the hell I've been for the past almost 5 months.

As everyone by now knows, I was on the Dr Oz show about my eating disorder. In the past two years I've gone from really tiny to really huge... Now I'm somewhere around "normal", but they won't tell me the number which is probably a good thing. I'm fucking crazy.

The Dr. Oz show sent me to Texas, and I've been here since. It was only supposed to be a 42 day thing, then…