Post reblogged from Confessions about Eating Disorders with 91 notes
confessionsabouteatingdisorders:
I want strangers to remark at how tiny I am. I want my friends to beg me to get help. I want you to notice me and think I am tragically beautiful. And when it finally kills me, I want them all to say how sad it is that I lost the fight, even though I never fought at all.
Did I write this? I think so. My bones are brittle and weak, everything aches, I can’t sleep, my hair is falling out, and I love every minute of it. The pain is what I deserve, all day, everyday. A skinny corpse is the only way to go. I’m taking useless and fucked up to a new level, and I have no intentions of trying to break this wonderful way of life. What the fuck is normal anyway? This is my ‘normal’, I don’t know any other way.
Source: confessionsabouteatingdisorders
think so. My bones are brittle and weak, everything aches,...hair is falling out,