как отступление..187 серий Блича, они съели мой мозг, но мне это нравится.

and suffering every day. *извините на русском не могу, не знаю, как это*
and what will u tell me now?
I'm FUCKING SICK!
SICK!

can u understand it.
i can't cope with this deseas, i can't and i don't want to save myself, 'cause the taste of beauty is sweet, cause the acceptance of everyone is tempting, 'cause i hate Fucking mirrors.

when i try to break the mirror i try to break myself, my scary image.
when i try to kill myself, i try to kill this illness, this freaking illness which eating me from the inside.
every time. for 3 years. every day for 3 years.
that Sucks!
that Fucking Sucks!

i wanna die, but i won't let myself to die, now not....because i have YOU.
because...because i love you.

not eating anything is just one aspect of this illness...the other one is worse the first one.
kill me please, kill me.
i don't reserve a merci on me.
i can't belive that has been for 3 fucking years.

God, let me free.
but the taste of beauty is so sweet.
God, FUCK YOU!