March 2012
16 posts
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness
I just want to sleep through tomorrow, or the weekend, or the month or my whole fucking life
stop trying to make me fatter. when you get angry or offended with me when I say no to the food you offer me it doesn’t help, how could it? you can’t make me eat and you do not control me and it makes me want to scream when you or anyone tries to. stop it, I hate it so much
“The anxiety of feeling fat turns into depression about being fat, and the...”
– Unbearable Lightness, Portia De Rossi
“Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.”
– Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness
February 2012
336 posts
the boy who I’ve been attracted to for a few years is apparently planning on asking me out on a date. I’m both worried and excited but I shouldn’t get so far ahead of myself. it’s just too strange to think that somebody could actually want to be around me and spend time with me. he’s the sweetest boy and so nice and has held me while I cried before and I think it...
rid me of it all. rid me of everything within. someone rip them out, steal my organs. take away that which is weighing me down. free me from this flesh cage. peel it away and just let me be bones.
too weak and exhausted to get out of bed. I shouldn’t have eaten today because then I wouldn’t feel so destructive and I wouldn’t feel so tired from purging, crying, hurting. disgusting.
why do I keep eating if I know I’ll just want to kill myself after
march will be sort of nice if I don’t fail any of my classes and lose 20 pounds
today was absolute shit and tomorrow will probably be pretty shit too
