i hate how the moment i feel slightly ‘ok’ i pull myself right back to that dark place because i dont know who i am without being depressed. i dont know who i am without being mentally ill. i dont know who id be if i was happy.
increased my vyvanse dosage and im already down 3kg (despite being on my period for 19 days now and counting.. wtf) with zero appetite everything disgusts me lol
i am a horrible friend, and i am aware of this; i ignore messages, i barely reach out, i do not open up about my feelings or experiences, i do not know how to comfort, react to their pain or empathise with them; i am avoidant and push them away.. just to whine about it later
couldn’t even get hired for the summer position at the WORKPLACE IM AT RN… ppl say that anxiety just feeds you negative thoughts but im constantly being shown that i really am that fucking worthless
i can feel the fat wrapped around my body always but now im also becoming acutely aware of how fat my face has become and its aboutta be my 13th reason fr
yo a los 11: quisiera ser más flaca
yo a los 12: quisiera ser más flaca
yo a los 13: quisiera ser más flaca
yo a los 14: quisiera ser más flaca
yo a los 15: quisiera ser más flaca
yo a los 16: quisiera ser más flaca
yo probablemente en mi tumba: quisiera ser más flaca