Height: 5’1”
HW: 151
LW: 132
CW: 138(?) :'(
GW1: 130
GW2: 120
GW3: 110
GW4: 100
UGW: 96
Please excuse my nonsense and be patient with me,
Hi, I’ve made a new tumblr. I will no longer post on this account.
I’ll be using it for everything so I don’t have to keep making different tumblrs for different aspects of my life. I will no longer be posting on this account. If you would still like to follow me, my url is;
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I don’t even know what to say. I hardly even sign onto this tumblr anymore because I just feel like a big, fat, fucking failure. I’ve ruined just about all of my goals for November at least once; I’ve purged, cut myself, burned myself, fasted and binged. And everytime I convince myself I’m not fat, I stop restricting, I stop counting calories and I start gaining too much weight. At this point, any weight put on is too much.
I haven’t stepped on the scale and I don’t want to. I have absolutely no desire to even be near a scale right now.
I hate myself. And I’ve just come to terms that I always will. No matter how much weight I gain or lose, no matter how I cut my hair or what clothes I wear, I will never fit. I will never look or be the way I want to be. I will never find someone who loves me and wants to spend all of their time with me, who I can feel the same way about. I will never be happy. I’m the biggest fucking dissapointment, to myself.
What’s the point in trying anymore? I might as well fucking kill myself. Why am I going to keep living knowing I’ll never go anywhere or be near satisfied. Ugh, I fucking give up.
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oh .. this is amazingg, i reblogged & i got 460 messages .
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November Goals
Lose at least ten pounds.
No binging
No purging
No fasting
No cutting/burning
Excercise more
I can do this.
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She’s so fucking kyo0o0o0oti wanna dress like alice glass sob
she’s super fucking pretty what :o
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I wish I could paint like this :\
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3791) My best friend at college had anorexia. One day she turned round to me and said we couldn’t be friends anymore because she felt like I was competing with her. I weighed about 42lb more than she did, and I was a totally normal weight. Sad thing is, I WAS competing. She’s recovered, as far as I know, but I’m still competing.
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After I finished my last text post, I weighed myself and I was 137. I’m glad I got out of the fucking 140’s again but I’m pissed now because after that I ate a few pieces of Special K cereal and two unfrosted storebrand strawberry poptarts. My mum just left and won’t be back for about three hours and I want to do nothing but purge and I know I shouldn’t, but I keep thinking about gaining.
I’m so fucking angry at my mother that I’m not allowed to have a gym membership because if I did, I know I would’ve never started this.
102110 - Morning
I just woke up shaking and vomitting, my stomach is sick and I’ve been sleeping since 2:40pm yesterday. All I threw up was the water I sipped when I woke up. My mother’s scared because I never throw up unless I’m sick. I feel like such shit that I want to eat, and I might have to because my mother noted that I haven’t even eaten anything, even though I told her I ate a lot in school.
Yesterday, I took four Melatonin before 8th period so I could sleep again. I got tired and when the bell rang I went to the bathroom. I paced the bathroom thinking of purging then not purging and then I ended up purging, and then stopped after a while because I started seeing red stuff and I hadn’t eaten anything red in the past two days so I thought I scratched my throat or something and got really paranoid and then I heard a girl coming in the bathroom so I stopped immediatley and left. Walking out, I was so paranoid that when I saw a friend I said, “I don’t feel good, I just threw up, I need to go home now.” And walked off.
I hate what I’m doing, but I’m desperate.
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As strong as you were, tender you go. I’m watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I’ll carry you home. I’ll carry you home. (by Edgar Moskopp)
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Is there something wrong?
she said,
Ofcourse there is. You’re still alive,
she said
Do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so who answers,
Who answers?
-Imaginary Heroes, 2004
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