To be honest, I’ve been stressing for the past two or so weeks about our lack of communication and seeing eachother. I try so hard not to be like I was in the past, so I kept my mouth closed shut. Having you to be the one who says something about it has really made me feel better about the whole situation. I certainly don’t feel as much of a winey bitch. This is yet another thing...
Everything’s always my fault, right? Wrong. You’re just too incapable of taking responsibility for your own actions and quite frankly, I’m over copping the raw end of it. I love you to death but there’s only so much that I can take. I understand that you’ve reached a point of weakness, but you can’t keep pushing me down with you. I can’t go back to the...
I have all of the compliments you showered me with playing back in my head. “You’re so pretty, Sophie.” “You have the best smile.” “I love your legs, your stomach, your whole body.” I can’t even recall the last time somebody spoke to me with this much positivity. I can’t help but feel good about myself again. I think it’s safe to...
Sex is not a goddamn performance. Sex should feel as natural as drinking...– (via it-slowly-rises)
I haven’t even been at school for more than five minutes and I’ve already had a panic attack. Excellent.
For the past four or so days, I’ve been feeling down because only two of the people I consider important to me have checked to see if I’ve been okay. Only two of my best friends have called or texted me to express how much they miss me or that they’re worried about how sick I’ve become. For the record, I haven’t been okay. I’ve felt like crying every single...
TO ALL OF YOU WHO DECIDE NOT TO EAT WHEN YOU’RE CLEARLY CAPABLE, I HATE YOU. I WOULD SHOOT SOMEONE IN THE BIG TOE TO BE ABLE TO EAT SOMETHING RIGHT NOW. I CAN PHYSICALLY FEEL MY STOMACH SHRINKING. Oh, again… FUCK YOU.
Being this sick is scaring the absolute bollix out of me. My head is throbbing, my body is trembling, my appetite is disintegrating, my hope is disappearing. I’ve had to cancel shifts at work, regardless of my current lack of money. All signs point to negative. I want to sleep forever.
I’ll hold on to the world tight some day. I’ve got one finger on it now; that’s...– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via glacius)
You know what's awkward?
asatays: Seeing someone you used to be so close to, but don’t talk to anymore. You kind of just look at each other, and maybe say hi, or just walk away and pretend you never saw them. You act like you never even knew each other to begin with, like strangers.
Why is it that as soon as my life takes a turn for the best, my body practically shuts down? No matter how hard I try to think positively, something always rains on my parade. Fuck all of this shit.
period-blood: don’t try to tell me that hungry is not an emotion because i feel that shit in my soul