Better

It’s been what about a month?
I’m not going to say it’s been too long.
Because it hasn’t.
And that may hurt some of you, but I’m not sorry.
Because I’m starting to get better.
Suicidal thoughts do not cloud my mind anymore.
Thoughts of no one caring are not there.
I know some people care.
And I know some people don’t.
I have accepted that.
For those who don’t care I toss them away.
My friend once said to get rid of the toxic people.
So I do.
But sometimes it doesn’t go as well as planned.
Sometimes my friends get mad at me.
Then I know who truly cares.
No matter what decisions I make.
Or the people I pick to be my friends.
Or the taste in music that I have.
Or the clothes that I wear.
Only those who fully support me and care.
Are truly there for me.
So how am I?
I’m doing much better.
I have not been stressing myself out.
I have been giving myself breaks from the world.
Taking walks.
Reading books.
Drawing things.
That sort of stuff.
As for my anorexia.
I think it might be getting worse.
I went to bed starving and I woke up starving.
But I can’t eat.
I refuse to.
But overall.
I’m doing better.