If you need to ask, you'll never know, but if you know, you need only to ask.
I can’t breath,
and yet I love it.
My thighs are fucking huge please come kill me.
I don’t have any friends because I’m so fat.
It may seem easy to “just not eat”, but anorexia is anything but “just not eating”.
I hate here.
I hadn’t made myself throw up in a few months (with the exception of being too drunk) and I’ve thrown up for the past two days now. I hate being home with all this shit in the house. I prefer my orthorexia back at school over this lack of self control. Fuck.
The people who get the happiest about the tiniest of things may be depressed. They are looking for anything to make them happy. Don’t think they’re oversensitive; they are learning to be happy about nothing. They are learning to be happy about everything.