Mechanical Heart

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 18:40:00 +0200

2/7 I'm free at last. It's about time.

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nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 19:55:00 +0200

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How it fells now

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:33:00 +0200

It's hard...to keep going when so much thoughts keep running through my mind.I think about something... I decide upon something... but then a second later I cange my mind. I thought here I would be protected from all the horrible things which surrounded me in the real world. I thought it all wouldjust stop existing when I'd get here, but today I understood I was mistaken.None of those things have vanished. They're all still here... with me, insede me, my head.I was trying to run away, from eveything I had become... from everything you've made me. But i failed. It's hard...Beeing here, locked, prisoned. Away from the real world, real people, normal life.I think that's exactly what I've needed so badly-a break, some time for myself. To built myself from the start.But then I think that... I'm a coward who runs away from the problems I created. I shouldnt be here. I don't have problems with food, I have problems with people.I should be out there, but I'm here. It's so fucking hard...Becau

Spinning thoughts making rhymes

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 13:44:00 +0200

You're my fading obsession. You're a dazzling light Covering my eyes, Taking away my life. O. 1/03/09

Recovery

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 19:36:00 +0200

I was waiting for it for so long and now I don't know how I really feel about it. I'm currently in recovery. I don't know if want to recover. But I don't have a choise. With BMI 13 they wont let me go home even if my parents would decide to release me. Bummer. I'm stuck here with 6 meals a day for at least 3 months, and that's in good case. I'm frightened and I desperately need the company of my parents, otherwice I'll go mental here alone. Everything is so confusing right now. I'm not sure what I want. Freedom is something tolook forward to. xoxo O. Take care.

Truth

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 08:51:00 +0200

I know I'm sick. But I'm not sure I want to recover.

solution

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:08:00 +0200

What would you do if everything was just so fucked up, that you didn't know what to do? I'd stop eating until they take me to hospital. Empty. You try to cure me from all theminor things, not seeing the real problem.

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 13:05:00 +0200

Help?

Someting empty

nobody@israblog.co.il (Psixea) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 07:51:00 +0200

Sometimes the feelings are takin' over you. And when it happens... you stop feeling.