You make me love me by comforting me when no one’s there. You obligate me to be happy by throwing up the shit inside me. You care about me. You are always there for me when I need you the most. When I feel sad and ugly and fat. You even save me from food poisoning. You protect me. When nobody else understands, you get me.
But oh, you’re so confusing too. You also make me hate you. When blood comes up my throat and you hurt me by obligating me to keep on throwing up. When I want to stop sometimes but you say its not enough. I hate how you make me stink later. I hate how you make me feel guilty. I hate your aftertaste. I hate you.
I love how you make me feel alive but I hate how you are slowly killing me. I love you but I hate you too.