Here it goes again.
The obsessive calorie counting. The over-exercising.
Checking myself in the mirror, only to feel the desire to smash it and let the blood drip down my hands.
I know it's not normal. It's not monthly. It just happens.
I don't think it's ever going to stop.
And so it goes again.
I'll resist the food. I'll resist sleep. I'll isolate myself entirely.
I'll fill my sketchbooks with demons and others like me.
I'll blare my music as loud as I can and never give a shit.
I'll wait, and wait, and wait,
Wondering if anyone will ever notice.
They never have.