April 2012
5 posts
energy levels = zero.
I think..
I think i will most probably just curl up in bed with a move, and binge. then i’m gonna have to purge it and hate myself all evening, but to be honest, i couldn’t feel any worse than i already do, so fuck it.
March 2012
120 posts
... why did i eat that...
27/03/12
i am fed up of people trying to help me. It is my body, if i don’t want to eat, i will not eat. if i don’t want to go out, i won’t. if i don’t want to talk, i am not going to fucking talk to you. if i want to go cycling at 8pm, i will bloody well go cycling till my legs fall off and/or i feel less ugly. I will not listen. It is my life, and my purpose is not to please...
sticks and stones may break her bones,
but names may make her starve herself to death
mental-suicide:
i wish i had a boyfriend.
i’m too ugly, i understand.
