I spent another night burrowed into the arms of an unwilling soul who just couldn't leave me there alone as I shouted at the demons of my mind. I'd blame the wine, but I am only too tense to act honestly when sober. It's always there, inside me. It's killing me from the inside faster than anorexia nervosa ever threatened.
One day I'll either die because of it, or overcome it.
We'll find out.
