The birds are back and dying to fly.

82 days.
The longest I had ever been self harm free.
All thrown away over six words.
“You look like you’ve gained weight.”
Food is the enemy again.

When we die do we dream forever or do our nightmares follow us?

"Three months self harm free!" I text her after I wipe the dried blood off.

"One month purge free!" I text her after I pull my head from the toilet and rinse my mouth out.

Things were easier before I had friends.