Wishful thinking

Maybe some day I'll get better.
Maybe some day I can be happy and live with someone I love.
Maybe some day I won't be lonely, anxious and depressed.

And I look forward to that day
with bright eyes.

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My weight keeps on dropping, and I love it. Although I still look goddamn horrible and I HATE my body, at least I know that I can do something about it.

The cut(s) on my arm were done on wednesday. I think the big one is the deepest yet, and although it doesn't look like much, it bled like crazy.

I hope this doesn't trigger/otherwise offend anyone.