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mmmm cereal 5'0 17 hw 47.6 kg/105 lb cw 42 kg/93 lb gw 38 kg/84 lb gw2 31.7kg/ 70 lb ugw 22.6/50 lb lw 33 kg/ 72 lb anorexia bp, bpd, ocd, dmdd cptsd, dpdr, rad, mdd, gad, selective mutism 🤔🤔🤫🤫 7 years of anorexia 🤫🤫

tired of all the girls who harassed me in middle school suddenly having or being into the exact things that they made fun of me for

i don’t believe in rock bottoms. i’ve had a lot of what i thought were rock bottoms, only to discover another rockier bottom underneath.

oh, well. it was nice while it lasted, right?

i’m tired of running in circles. i’m tired of running in circles. i’m tired of running in circles. i’m tired of running in circles. i’m tired of running in circles.

it would be fun if you liked me, because then i’d prove to myself my parents were wrong to never support me, because i earned the admiration of an authority figure, thus proving i have intrinsic worth. but it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything, jeez!

it’s the way it is, you know? everything must come to an end. the drip finally stops.

yeah, i ate them all in one sitting because i have no self-control and i hate myself!

i don’t know how to be, diane. it doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.

you’re flying now, you see things much more clear than from the ground. it’s all okay, it would be, were you not now halfway down.

nothing’s changed. so how am i supposed to?

i treated my ex like this and i think about it every day

we understood each other in a way. me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other.

it gets easier. every day, it gets a little easier. but you gotta do it every day. that’s the hard part. but it does get easier.

what are they talking about right now? probably you and what a dumb piece of trash you are, you fat sack of idiot.

family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance.

i’m your son. all i had was you.

you never get a happy ending, ‘cause there’s always more show. i guess until there isn’t.

you know, it’s funny, because the last time i saw you, you told me that you needed me in your life. and then you just disappeared. so how do you think that makes me feel?

this isn’t fun for me! being a woman isn’t a hobby or a pet interest of mine. you get to drop in, and play joss whedon, and everybody cheers. but when you move on to your next thing, i’m still here.

as you know, i was hurt. but then i realised that’s just how you are, you know, and maybe i just need to stop expecting you to be a good person so that way, i won’t get hurt when you’re not.