One day I could be crying because I had a piece of gum that had 1 calorie in it but, the next day I’ll be eating pizza and ice cream completely fine thinking I’m finally over this illness. It’s never over, I always run back.
No one knows you. They think they do, and maybe they might know you a little bit, but they will never know how you’re feeling when it’s 2am and you’re crying your heart out begging for hope. They will never know.