So I was scribbling down a poem that looked something like the following…
I am the architect of my dreams
But also the monster who destroys them
And lately to me at least it seems
My old habits are appearing once again
I knew it would only be a matter of time
Before these demons crept their way back in
It’s a cruel amalgamation of mine
That I keep closely guarded like a sin
I am the creator of my aspirations
But also the force that tears them apart
The individual whose nefarious inventions
Can rip away the seams sewn along my heart”
I’m not sure what’s happening right now, other than that there is a very loud voice back in my head telling me not to eat. And I’m finding it impossible to ignore. So I sat down at lunch for five minutes and got up without taking a single bite.
I’m a failure.