Good intentions.

I was fine, at least I think I was, but then I wasn't, I'm not, at least I think I'm not. At some point, even before this, whatever this is, the obsession with weight and food. It all happened very fast, at least I think it did. One day it was ok, and then it wasn't, for no obvious reason it suddenly wasn't. One day the dementors came. They came, I stopped eating and they left. But then they came back, and now I think they'll haunt me until this kills me.
I am nothing, and I want everyone to see that.
'To look as fragile as I feel'