Sometimes I feel like a dumb doggy doing tricks to please my inner criticus and the people close to me. In the hope to be accepted by others and By myself. Guess what it doens’t work but I still keep doing it. Like the dumb dog I am.
When there are 2 voices insiders you. The first one wants you to go too hell, a Place you have know for so long and the other who wants you to Find the light and look for the good in life.
This is my interpretation of the pain I feel of my OWN self loath and eatingdisorder. Its only a start to discribe it.
Seeking for a new day