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the anorexic urge to stare at every skinny person that walks by

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me trying to enjoy something: ☻

my brain: you can’t enjoy this because you aren’t skinny

me: ☹

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My body is failing me too quickly.

I want my period. I want my energy.

How the hell am I supposed to lose 20 more pounds if I’m already dying?

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TW: ed ?

Lol I wish I could see a good recipe and think “this looks delicious” instead of “this looks like it has so many calories”

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me: i don’t want to be mentally ill me, but quieter: but i also don’t want to recover because i don’t know who i’d be without my mental illnesses since they are practically my personality and recovery seems scary and it seems the only point of my life is to hurt because that’s all i’ve ever known. somehow mental illness is a comfort blanket even though it is the reason i need a comfort blanket to begin with and the world beyond this seems oddly confusing and terrifying 

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Gotta love constantly hating yourself 🥲✌️

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My special talent is assuming our friendship is a burden on you and you dread hearing from me. So then I stop talking to you to ease the load and ruin what we had

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I dont wanna get better

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Yo también quiero ser una princesa...