When you got fucking pissed the night before and now you're up at
6am wondering, hoping and being sorry in
everyway for everything you've done and said.
Being aware of your mental disorder but still emailing your therapist random shit. Then also, acknowledging he will double his
invoice this month.
Being awake ie, eyes open when everyone is a fucking asleep.
Knowing you'll never be a size 6 again.
Accepting that your personality is the only thing going for you.