So hard to choose eating well so that my mind could actually focus over starving and romanticizing my misery.
But since I'll binge when I do the latter I'll be fat and disgusting either way.
Is it ever your birthday if you don't have to fight tears constantly the night before and probably the day itself.
Gotta love it when the shift you kinda didn't wanna do turns out to go along well, even being enjoyable.
I wish I had someone who I could tell about about feelings. I just want to speak then to someone so they would suffocate me even a little less.
It's Friday night and I'm crying over things that will never change. I can't can't fucking cut myself since my dad is in the room next to me.
I just wish is wasn't myself. I wish I had a different mind, a different body, a different existence. That I didn't exist at all
My body isn't a mf temple, it's a prison.
Having the thoughts again Ughhhhh. I just ate aswell
My brain is my biggest enemy. I'm randomly sitting in school, not even hungry and then out of a sudden BOOM!! An extremely strong urge to skip the rest of the school day to go and buy junk and then just spend my day eating. I can just feel common sense flowing out of my mind, but I must resist lol
I wish I wasn’t who I am. I feel like in my heart I’m disgusting
I went to practice driving w my dad for the first time and when I came home it turned out we had a lot of bananas that were gonna go bad soon so I made bananabread out of over 30 bananas. Tried out like 5 different recipes. Only bad thing is I got work early tomorrow and I slept little last night aswell so tomorrow might be a hard one.
Not to be delusional. But I've been writing his name in my pad this 2 days. Yesterday we didn't cross paths, but today we did and he actually looked at me. He didn't just glaze his gaze over me, he took proper looks. Never happened before hihi
Just returned from an 5 hours walk. Every sounds makes me want to hurt myself. My parents just existing next room is torture. I wish to binge or blow my brains out, preferably both. Sadly I can't do either.
I wish they stopped talking, but I also feel so quilty that them just existing makes me so irritated and triggered. I wish I couldn't hear or feel anything at the moment.