This close, this close.

I've never been able to scare myself the way I did today. There I was, fragile and weak against the toilet floor tiles. I laid still until my surrondings stopped spinning.

I wish to attain back all that I have lost. I've lost so much of me since the day I began looking different in front of the mirror. People stopped recognising me and it took me a long while to absorb realisation that I couldn't recognise myself after this course of perfection-chase.

There's only so much I can put into words. This life's too short to be living it wrong, yet it seems to long to be re-living certain scenarios over and over again.

Hold your smiles up high and make me strong for them.