haven’t even gotten a REJECTION email from fucking MCDONALDS.
i’ve applied to so much shit, and they don’t even reject me. they just go “thanks for the application” and fuck off.
also i really want a sandwich on like. good bread.
the bread part is more important than the actual sandwich and also my dad can go die in a ditch.
i would trade that mf for a sandwich any day.
so glad i waited FIFFTEENNNN HOURS in the fucking er just for them to say
“no we don’t want to give you anti nausea medications,
even though you’ve lost 15 pounds and can’t keep any food or liquid down!🥰🥰
because we don’t want to.”
i’m clawing my way through life and there’s nothing anyone can do.
there’s a high chance i’m dying, and i just have to sit around and wait for it to happen.
i’ve had multiple medical professionals tell me to go to a hospital.
i just kinda don’t wanna. that’s too much effort and so much drama.
i don’t want to tell people i went to the hospital.
i just think it’s stupid that i’m the one that is actively having a medical crisis
and probably should be hospitalized,
and i’m still being cast aside, i still have to manage everything.
my problems are my own, but their problems are for everyone.
sometimes i wish she would tell me it’s not my fault.
it is, logistically,
but i just want to tell her that i blame myself, i want her to know that i feel awful for ruining her life even though it was the only thing i could do.
i’m underweight now. officially. assuming my height is what i remember it to be.
i feel like shit, i look like shit, i don’t want to be where i am.
i want to be better.