Going onto day 3 barely no sleep & practically manic. All locked up & so disappointed in myself today. Hating BPD, hating Mia. Feeling much too fat to be alive right now. Gun anyone?
- six word story (via carlowski)
You think you’re better and then you’re not, just another person they all forgot. Failing at control holding all of this fat, ugliest girl deserved every attack. Never good enough but trying so hard, every time I try to climb I fall further apart. Too tired to sleep to awake to be living, keep making them happy and just keep on giving. Want to give up and take another vacational rest, noone would notice it’d be for the best.