Yesterday my image was compared by one person to the moon. I was moved, but I tried in every way to hold back the tears because no one had ever talked that way. I thought to be invisible, but apparently for some are not.
... despite the blandishments received today I found myself kneeling in front of the toilet, singing "Wonderwall" by Oasis at my reflection ... on which I inevitably threw up.
qusto A point I do not know what is happening or what I should do to drive this monster. Warn who, day after day, you know merging with my soul. The obsession of the bones, the hate towards the food, the poisonous words have become part of me.
The classmates who seemed wanted to be my friend, have lunch together today and went to the movies. Although until a few days ago I had always been with them, I was not invited. I can easily guess the reason ... had planned the menu for a week. I do not care much to be with these people, because even as a result of my voluntary isolation, one of them in particular has started to behave very childish (eg, during the time of drawing, did everything that I felt they were going to the movies).
Frankly, I prefer the company of Dostoevsky.
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