Ugh.

I'm eating.

I love eating,

but

i

hate

it.

Will i ever recover?

I want someone to hold me,

someone to kiss my nose,

Someone to tell me that someday,

sometime,

all my pain will be gone,

and i will finally

be

free.

I wish that day was today.

I wish Mitchell was here.

He could hold me

and my world

would explode in bright and flaming happy colors.

Maybe i would be happy.

Oh, how