March 2012
Life needs talk and distractions. →
February 2012
I might be moving to Taiwan or Singapore after graduation.
cookandchill asked: I wish self-loathing burned calories. I wish despair could be stored up to earn interest like a bank account. I'd be one rich thin mofo. Except then I might get happy and lose it all again. Well, that's the dream, anyway.
I want to crawl into bed and fall asleep forever
and maybe I’ll wake up as a bird
anything but this
mylittlebee asked: All I want right now is to steal you and go somewhere very quiet and hold very still and be left alone for the rest of forever. Is that so much to ask?
Crushed.
Those moments that smack you in the face and remind you that everything that you dream of is probably out of your reach. I’m left sitting here, crying…
just… hopeless.
I just feel so sad and defeated. I’m too far away from everything that I want.
I’m worthless.
“We all have bullets beneath our skin
we pray our lovers won’t flinch at when...”
– Andrea Gibson (via alannahlorcutt)
Fat
Fat fat fat
Ugly ugly ugly
Stupid stupid stupid
Failed failure failure
Fat fat fat
I say that I'm okay and not a single person sees...
mylittlebee:
What a pretty picture I’ve painted.
One of those requests for anons that never quite... →
But I might as well try. Give me all you’ve got.
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Fat stupid and broken.
Every day.
I’m so sad. So tired of hurting.
But more angry at my body and my failure to stop being so fat.
I guess the pain shall continue, and the sadness is deserved.
I just don’t want to be. I need to waste away to nothing.
redheadedfortrouble91 asked: Not ugly, my dear. Not at all. I know you don't believe me, but you're so wonderful. And honestly that sounds literally like the best possible scenario, sipping drinks without a care in the world with you. One day we'll meet and be merry.
redheadedfortrouble91 asked: I wish we could drink together haha. Oh what fun we could have :)
Watching the Academy Awards is killing me. Everyone is do beautiful. Everyone is talking about how beautiful they are.
In sitting here hating my filth and fat and ugliness, begging for my stomach to stop hurting so badly.
Time to get drink drank drunk.
I can’t even begin to explain what happened yesterday.
Maybe I’ll try later should anyone care to read.
I’m lost.
