Me: binges on thousands of calories
My stomach: *growls the next morning*
Me to my Stomach : what the fuck did you just say to me?
The bones of the skeleton which support the body can become the bars of the cage which imprison the spirit. - J. Ruth Gendler
Me: binges on thousands of calories
My stomach: *growls the next morning*
Me to my Stomach : what the fuck did you just say to me?
Me: I’m going to be SO productive today
Also me: *dissociates for five hours*
me: wow i am really Not Feeling Good
every single one of my self destructive behaviours: :(((( i’m here for u babe :(( come to me anytime bb
Float on
me (cleaning up): holds knife
intrusive thoughts: what if-
me: ok edgelord we get it what if i slit my wrists right now can we please just focus
Do I actually want to die or do I just not want to feel like this anymore?
Me: You know what? I’m gonna eat what I want today. Fuck you ED you don’t control me.
Eats something
Me: Oh No
How does a normal person live… without any mental illnesses
How do they function… it’s such a mystery to me
What is it like to not be fucked up and to have a somewhat stable life
I do not understand how healthy people live or think
Like damn it must be great
friends: ew how can you not shower for like days on end don’t you feel gross?? and how can you let your room get in such a mess wtf??
me, leaning forward so my lips touch the microphone: I Have Depression