March 2012
Anonymous asked: How tall are you?
do you ever think, everyone would be better off if you were just dead?
sure. people care. but i cause so much heartache, i’m not worth the heartache i cause.
wake up: exhausted
12 pm: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
forever inlove with edie sedgwick
Anonymous asked: so my thighs don't touch and I can do the fingers around my wrist thing like the girl in the photo and I can see collar/clavical bones but I can't see hip bones, wear a size 7 in juniors and have a BMI of 21. I don't know if I'm delusional or if my body is trying to trick me into thinking I'm thin by giving me false indicators but so I'll eat which is why the rest is...
sad. fat. disgusting. fat. hopeless. fat. inconsolable. helpless. fat. useless. grot.
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fuck. mum knew i had no breakfast, no afternoon tea. but i said i’d eaten lunch at school.
she made me eat pasta. you’d swear we were Italian with all the pasta and bread based food they eat. fuck this, i literally feel like crying. no. actually. i feel like cutting.
fuck it. everythings already screwed up, my legs are already fucked, whats a few more hideous scars on a hideous...
i have missed this, weakness, lightheaded, comforting. starving.
who knew self destruction could be so self fulfilling
Anonymous asked: Why don't you drink diet coke ? or diet soda ?
Anonymous asked: Omg how much do you weigh on you're new pictures ? :o ( Black panties ) you're body is to die for ! Seriously
okay; so my friend isn’t going to be in town until 7:30 or 8 so i am too tired to go out, ugh i feel so weak to be honest with you.
i’m having a tumblr break though, time to put on skins and jam in a whole lot of physics, some maths, perhaps even some biol if i get around to it.
sounds like so much fun, right.
ugh.
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woo. thighs don’t touch when i have my feet together. (even when i try to touch them)
why must this be the only thing i find fulfillment in?
i don’t care when people compliment me, i don’t even care as much when my boyfriend acts sweet, or i have a good day with my friends - everything gets ruined if i’m not losing weight.
shits fucked.
also i really hate that because...
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20 hours:)
February 2012
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i carve myself up for that little release, a moment of pain; amongst a lifetime of what seems like misery.
now it’s gone, i cut and cut and cut and nothing ever changes. same thoughts, same numb feelings
