I loved you best, blue eyes. When you left, eating left with you.This is a personal blog. Please ignore it.
They probably would be deleted if I didn’t miss it.
Sobbing. Actually sobbing. God things have changed so much. I had reasons. I didn’t do this all on my own. Do you know how hard it is? Fuck.
I need to tell you. I need to tell you why.
I do ecstasy because I miss the natural high I got from being thin.
Best friend of 2 years*
Stole the boy I liked and ignored me*
She treated me like shit and I miss her because she was the only friend I had.
Why do I always need my abusers?
It’s like for every grain of salt I place on my food, a part of me falls deeper into my depression.
The sad part is this is very much true.
How tragic.
The game begins.
Day 1- starving.
Mom drank.
New game.
Blue Eyes texts me- I eat.
Mom gets drunk- I starve
Both- Binge and purge.
oh, god. the memories. once you walk through that door, you’re fucked.
^^^ THIS! haha. oh my gosh. memories of a place like this completely haunt me.
FUCK this sort of place was horrible. forever scarred lol
Yes please
