The only reason why I don’t kill myself right now is that I don’t want to die with this body.
I’m such a fucking mess.
@3 months ago
32693) I can’t stop eating. One voice says, “you need this”, but the other says, “you need to be weightless.” Healthy, unhealthy. Strong enough to not give in, or too weak to starve? Right brain, let brain. Boobs or bones? Risk being ordinary, or risk osteoperosis? A tug of war between the two people living inside me, one in each lung, drowning out my screams
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@6 months ago with 445 notes
