Fucking Myself Over

An eating disorder is an addiction. Plain and simple. I am an addict, and not just in one aspect either.

Addiction, the constant need to escape.

How did I end up in this mess. One day you’re throwing up your breakfast, the next you’re trading sex for money.

Prostitution. What’s next…crack? I wouldn’t be surprised. At least my clients have been pretty well behaved for the most part. It’s not glamorous, it’s not safe, and I’m toying with my life. But the sad thing is, I don’t know any different. I’ve always done risky things, tried to get my fix….

I just don’t know what to do anymore. How to make the noise in my head stop.