dear diary,

my brain is blank yet filled with thoughts. My stomach is empty yet filled with guilt. this all consuming vacuum of emptiness ironically presses you against the wall and leaves no space for anything or anybody else. My thoughts are never my own, every thought I have has been thought already. I think it’s back, am I right? Why now why me.

Hey:) since I have been searching for a ana gc for ages and didn’t find an active one I m just gonna make one of my own. Hmu if you wanna join!