Today I'm not grieving,
I'm not even sad,
A memory bestowed in me,
Is the best I have,
I'll keep it so quiet,
They will never see,
The beautiful smile you bestowed in me

I'll watch from the wings as the play unfolds,
Your skin a backdrop,
A story untold.
Today I'm not grieving,
I'm not even sad,
Your memory bestowed in me,
Is the best I have,
I leave the gas burning till the quiet hours,
This smile bestowed in me,
She flowers.


  A Private Journal 

This journal is not pro-ana, pro-mia or pro-anything. It is a personal account of my day-to-day life as someone who just happens to live with an eating disorder. The posts here will concern my own habits, how my behaviors affect my life and the lives of others - So I should warn anyone in recovery that some content may be triggering. It may also concern topics dealing with and relating to other mental health issues, my existance in general (as journals do) and more than likely alot of ranting, snarking, complaining and some good old self-depreciation thrown in for good measure.

You can read more about me in my profile.

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Contrary to word on the street, I do not bite, sting or spray. Promise.