If you need to ask, you'll never know, but if you know, you need only to ask.
So happy, so drunk
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.