this content is getting too dark again, forgive me but what I'm writing here is just this pathetic part of me, this account is the epitome of my disorders, not only these eating disorders
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
WHY DID I EAT THAT
I love that every time I'm my city, someone stops me within the first hour with a nice comment. Even the crowds don't irritate me as much anymore. I'd like to come back, not just visit.
I can't stop myself from throwing up. Yeah, just spill your disgusting guts you stupid bitch. When it's night no one hear your pitiful cry, so pathetic. That it sounds funny when you want to scream for help but who would want to help such a worthless piece of shit. Hopeless wreck