Some days I am fine. Some days I am not.

There are some days when I’m so happy and I’m looking forward to things.  I feel like I’m top of the world, like nothing can stop me.  In other days I feel like I’m a mountain.  I’m stuck in a place and I can’t move or get out.  No one tries to push me out because it’s impossible to push a mountain.  People climb and walk all over me.  I climb and walk all over me.  Some days I look in the mirror and think “I’m not even that fat, or that ugly.”  On other days I think “You are the ugliest person I have ever seen.  You are so fat it’s gross.”  On the bad days my brain goes crazy.  It thinks about everything and every little detail.  It feels like it’s spinning round and round.  Like it won’t ever stop.  It won’t stop until one day it gets so tired and fed up, that it spins off the edge and never comes back.