i am desperately trying to get better. my boyfriend is so wonderful, i want this for him. i should really want this for me, too, but it's hard to want something so HEALTHY for myself ( Read more... )

aiiiiiiight. this has got to go. i am a wonderful person. i have an incredible life. shut up, bulimia, shut up. i don't eat for nearly eight hours of awake time and find a way to binge on all of brookz ( Read more... )

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no matter how good my intentions are, nothing is cutting this addiction. so from now on, there is a PLAN. safe foods, non-safe foods, and between 700-1000 cal per day.

fuck me

i need someone to help me

i need someone to pull me out of the water

i need someone to hold me and not let go

hello, darlings who are actually interested in my life. i'm flattered that you're here ( Read more... )

i have been getting the chest throbs so bad. acid reflux, perhaps? my life is incredible (i just spelled that increBILE by accident. not funny anymore), and i acknowledged how incredible it is right before i began this binge. i have come to realize that food is an addiction, and i need to move as far from this as possible ( Read more... )

here i am. i will not be surprised if i die at this point. but i really don't want to die ( Read more... )

pretty sure someone on purgatorium petnamed me "moron". thanks, love ( Read more... )

i am a moment away from leaning out of my window onto a sunny brooklyn block, and puking streamers of sugar. and i will get my magical microphone out and roar like a kennedy, "good gangsters and hipsters of this borough, i am the spoiled brat who has been eating your livlihood of children and garbage. and now i will puke it all out over this city ( Read more... )