~*38 Apathy

I’m such a couch potato. I can’t bring myself to do anything; it’s like I entirely do not care. I want to care. I care that I don’t care. I guess I’d rather just face the thoughts in my own mind than the real world around me. When I was bulimic I had such strong emotions, probably due to chemical imbalances, but I really do miss it. I miss the crying and the thoughts of suicide and the physical torture. I know it’s sick, I know it’s wrong, but anything is better than being bored with who you are.