Small steps, big steps. 

No more less.

A little less control, A little more of me.

Its difficult to find the golden key.

I see changes inside and outside.

Still I have days where i just want to hide.

To much, to little.

Its so fucking dahm hard to find the middle.

I want to live, I want to dance.

But then, the anorexia looses its glance.

I decided long time ago that i wanted to live,

but a day like today, i dont have much to give.