30.9.14

Okay, I went to yoga.
I was laying there for the fifteen minutes before class started.
Just thinking and thinking about coughing up blood.
But also remembering that I was bed ridden for a month and almost died when I was 18 from bulimia.
So I'm okay.
I just keep saying in my head over and over again today.
Coughing up blood coughing up blood.
My throat is bleeding.
I can feel the wounded lump.
It makes me.
Want to vomit out of disgust.
BUT THAT'S WHY IT'S THERE IN THA FIRST PLACE.


I also keep thinking what if what if people knew.

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