"328) My throat is burning, and my words were swallowed after I put all that crap out of me. My eyes are shedding hidden tears, and my skin looks bruised. I hate you. I hate myself."
"327) Again. I can’t believe. Everything was going almost fine but then I fucked everything up, AGAIN. Fuck."
"326) It started all over again. Oh wait, it never stopped."
32898) When I was diagnosed with severe generalized anxiety disorder and given medication, the first thing I did was look up how it affects weight. Why do I put my weight before my happiness and health?
(Source: confessionsabouteatingdisorders)
"325) I wish I could sleep for days, not only for 24h or 32h. Days. For good."
"324) I’m so fucking stupid. I’m tired of this. I can’t even go longer than 10 hours without putting some fucking thing in my stomach. I want to go back to those days, when I could go through days without eating, when I used to have control over this. Fuck."
"323) Alright, that’s official. Fuck you. I’m gone."
"322) I’m feeling awful. No word can describe it. All I want is sleep - forever."
"321) I have no strength to even speak anymore. To smile, I have to put some effort only to stretch my lips and say a long and silent “I am okay”. I feel weak and I feel that I can’t bear anything anymore."
"320) I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling. It’s been a time it didn’t happen, there’s always been a right definition or at least a few words to compare. But not this, not today. It’s rather different."
"319) And yeah.. that’s it. Back to this life. Back to these words. Back to sorrow. But actually, I never get out of it. It’s inside me and I can’t just get rid of this. This is me, and the bright day when I get rid of this, everything else will slightly go away together, specially me, hopefully."
"318) That’s quite unfair. But I don’t blame you. I can’t blame you. There’s no one to blame but me."
