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I'm fucking sick and tired of this bullshit. I am sick of the lies, I am sick of feeling so gross, empty and alone. I hate the way I feel, the way I look the way I act because of my lack of motivation, my failures. I can't stand looking in the mirror to see who I am. No amount of makeup, hairspray, or clothes will make me feel good. Nothing but being thin. I just want to be so unbelievably thin that it hurts. I am sick of purging, but crave it. I despise fasting but I need it. Without it who am I other then just another human being? I have no control over my life.... but this.
I want people to tell me how thin I am and to tell me i am too thin I need to float in my clothes, I need my hipbones to scratch against my dresser as I walk by, I want the bruises from lack of nutrition. I crave all of these obscene obsessions and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to be faint and frail. I need my stomach to growl being heard a mile away. I want the pain inside to feel as though my whole insides will cave. I want to look as though I am tired and dead, pale as a ghost. I want people to notice how much I have changed. Feel concerned. I want to dance around naked without a care in the world. I need to feel the water rush from my eyes as I purge, I must listen to myself gag constantly as I pray to god it will just all go away....
Why can't I just be aware that this happens to me. This is me already, and I need to stop...I can't control what I do, but I can control what I eat/drink. Isn;t that all that matters? I look in the mirror as a fat obses sick child...I want it to go away, but I don't want it to go away. It's an addiction...a fucking addiction.
Fasting tuesday-Friday
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I want people to tell me how thin I am and to tell me i am too thin I need to float in my clothes, I need my hipbones to scratch against my dresser as I walk by, I want the bruises from lack of nutrition. I crave all of these obscene obsessions and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to be faint and frail. I need my stomach to growl being heard a mile away. I want the pain inside to feel as though my whole insides will cave. I want to look as though I am tired and dead, pale as a ghost. I want people to notice how much I have changed. Feel concerned. I want to dance around naked without a care in the world. I need to feel the water rush from my eyes as I purge, I must listen to myself gag constantly as I pray to god it will just all go away....
Why can't I just be aware that this happens to me. This is me already, and I need to stop...I can't control what I do, but I can control what I eat/drink. Isn;t that all that matters? I look in the mirror as a fat obses sick child...I want it to go away, but I don't want it to go away. It's an addiction...a fucking addiction.
Fasting tuesday-Friday
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