Welcome to my mental hell.

I’m back for now. 

Mind the stretch marks on my hips; from when my body decided to explode during my adolescence.
d-r-e-a-m-i-n-consciously:


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d-r-e-a-m-i-n-consciously:

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(Source: blissfullyunsure)

I used to be able to weeks without food, literately weeks without a single calorie and now I’m a fucking compulsive fat binge-eater. No self control whatsoever. I’m so fucking depressed about how fat I am. I just want my self control back, my tiny body, my little jeans. Protruding bones all over my body. Laying on a bed so uncomfortable with my hip bones digging into the mattress, the simple touch of my knees resting on each other woke me from a dead sleep. How did I ever get to be this size again. It’s so repulsive and shameful, I wish I could take a scissor to my thighs and cut off all the extra chunks. I’m so sick of feeling this helpless and worthless.

sometimes I feel like I’ll never escape my negative mind.

sometimes I feel like I’ll never escape my negative mind.

(Source: myskyisbiebs, via can-you-feel-my-blood)

my digusting horrid fat wasteland of a body. i hate myself.i just want to starve myself to death without succumbing to the overwhelming depression that will lead my hand in ending this miserable existence.i hate this life.
ugh. trigger.