When you want to go home but home is a daydream in your mind and you can't travel there
i want ice cream. and I want a chipotle burrito. and chicken nuggets. and a salad with fucking ranch dressing on it. and apple pie. and flying star Mac and cheese. and a grilled cheese with tomato soup. but I won't go looking. I'll sit here and I'll eat my fucking banana and wait to drop this last pound.
I'm so tired.
I’ve started to need energy drinks and coffee to make it through a day again.
Why even eat if you aren’t about to pass out?
Everything looks good on skinny
Keep. Going.
Istg, I'll end myself if I'm not skinny before June🙂.
why should I get better? It's not me that's the problem, it's this absolute hellscape of a society that's made me the way I am and now they want me to change? fuck off
Me, sitting down with my coffee in front of the computer and the multitude of things I need to get done:
wasting food is really hard if you grew up in poverty
hungry? stop and think about the number on the scale going down... now imagine it going up and up and up, its not worth the momentary pleasure.
TW: eating disorder (Ana) / she-her / SW: 81kg GW: 50KG CW: _ H: 155CM / vent and rant stuff / expect rblgs of my interests
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