stardust.memories

i know what days will be good and what days will be bad. if i wake up and i can feel my ribs above my belly i can bounce out of bed. if i wake up and see the small rounded belly - like a newly pregnant woman i spend the day in a quite imaginary hole. 

i don’t think i’m the way people think i am. though i’m scared i am or will be. 

i crave the feeling of solid and sharp bones under my hands. and apparently people are ‘noticing’ although i am not entirely sure what.