I think I might leave tonight. How many times can I say that I hate life?

I know I haven’t been on here for a very long time, but I need to get this all out ( Read more... )

I guess lately I've been letting myself get obese. I just got a comment on how big my boobs are today. And I hate boobs. I'm at 111 right now. I need to go puke up my intestines. I wish I could find a doctor who would staple my stomach. I got some real motivation this weekend though. I had sex with my boyfriend after we hadn't for about 2 weeks, ( Read more... )

oh god. reasons my life sucks:

1. i broke my hand
2. it was my right hand
3. i'm right handed
4. i didn't cause sara any known or obvious brain damage
5. i almost died on the treadmill today because i tripped and tried to grab onto the rail with my right hand
6. i heard my hand crack when trying to grab on
7. must i go on?

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i hate my life i want to die. the end.

quelle est la pointe du la vie?

i dont know. no one knows. shoot me. and then eat my fat for food. it'll last you about three months.

I remember when I used to write all these suicidal poems in eighth grade and one day I turned one in to Mrs. Walsh, my journalism teacher. She pulled me aside and asked me if I needed counseling. I said no. She believed me. A couple months later in ninth grade I tried to commit suicide. Shows you how much intuition “intelligent” adults have ( Read more... )

I'm down two more pounds since I last weighed myself. 104. Going on 95. I can't wait. It's actually starting to pay off ( Read more... )

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I just don’t know anymore. It’s become a constant obsession. I don’t even think about Sterling half as much as I think about my arms, my thighs, my ass, my stomach, my chin. I wish it would just fucking stop. When I was taking a shower I wondered if I really was that bad and if my thinking I was a lardo was justifiable and then I thought of course ( Read more... )