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by day i am just a regular loser, by night i am the same loser only it’s nighttime
en el fondo todos querermos lo mismo: alguien que esté ahí, que nos quiera, que nos pregunte como amanecimos, que nos diga que quiere pasar unos minutos a nuestro lado, en el fondo todos queremos amor, irradiar y entregar ese amor
ven, vemos tu peli fav y hacemos cucharita.
Pensé que no me iba a afectar
no pensé que tan triste me iba a sentir
que tanto te iba a extrañar
pero así voy a seguir,
no te quiero preocupar
por eso no te lo voy a decir.
Cuando te veo quiero llorar
pero no te quiero hacer sufrir
ni siquiera puedo pensar
en que te tengo que mentir.
Al verte estos pensamientos quiero borrar
porque tengo que sonreír
para que no puedas sospechar
que estoy intentando fingir
y mis sentimientos ocultar.
- Kass.
my least favorite part of having an eating disorder is the constant arguing and bargaining in your head. racing thoughts all the fuckin time like, “okay I’ve had 75 calories today. I can have a banana and still be under 200. wait, 1200 is still considered restriction. how much would I lose this week with a daily deficit of 500 calories? I can do that. I’ll still lose weight. but not as much as if I fasted. no. just have nothing. you could lose 3.5 lbs. this week! just have nothing. people do it every day. just have a fucking banana. you won’t even be at maintenance. but what if it triggers a binge? think about your jawline. why don’t I just have everything I want and purge? what percentage can you get back up when you purge? hey google…” AND IT NEVER STOPS.
Some of you have never experienced intense self hatred that leaded you to push people away and constantly questioning their love for you and it shows.
not to be dramatic, but i’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to me
becoming older than 10 years old was the biggest mistake of my life
When someone asks you where you see yourself in 5 years and you’re like buddy .. im just trying to make it to Friday
The worst part about having mental health issues is that you’re seemingly required to have a breakdown in order for people to understand how hard you were trying to hold yourself together.
I feel terribly lonely and sad tonight, but not only tonight, it’s like that every night. And I wish I could scream so loud to evacuate the pain but when I try to scream nothing comes out so I’m just falling apart and crying until crying’s not enough to let the pain out so I start to harm myself, sometimes I hit the wall, sometimes I burn myself or sometimes I cut myself. I need to feel alive because all I am is a dead ghost inside.
I want to get killed in some unfortunate accident so my family don’t have to deal with my suicide.
“And there was nothing poetic about wanting to kill myself and writing so many suicide notes in my head explaining how sorry I was for the things I did not become. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about crying myself to sleep every night for the past 5 years hoping someone would care enough to save me. No one saved me. No one was going to save me because there is nothing poetic about thinking you can’t be saved. There is nothing poetic about staring at a blank wall for an entire day or smiling and laughing the next and having people think “oh she’s fine.” There was nothing poetic and beautiful about trying to take my own life. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about my mother having a panic attack every time I have a bad day and lock my door. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about me not taking my pills because I don’t know who I am without this sadness. There is nothing poetic and beautiful about having depression and wishing you were dead. There was nothing poetic and beautiful about my depression or anyone else’s depression nor will there ever be anything beautiful and poetic about it.”
— Fuck anyone that says it’s beautiful//Deeply Feeling Series (via promisesofamazing)
Do you know how it feels?
To try to see the beauty around you, but all you see is sadness.
To try to be happy, but all you feel is pain.
To try to talk your friends, but they don’t want to talk to you.
To try to be around others, but hide yourself behind your hands when you hear someone raise their voice or make sudden moves.
To try to eat, but feeling sick to your stomach because you know how many calories are in there.
To try to go outside, but getting a panic attack when you open the door, because you’re too afraid to go outside.
To try to look in the mirror, but start scratching your skin because you don’t see yourself in the mirror but a stranger.
To try to shower, but can’t stop scrubbing your body because you never feel clean.
To try to go to bed, but can’t because you need to do several patterns over and over again, till you did it perfect otherwise it feels like something bad will happen.
To try to sleep, but not being able to sleep because you start to overthink every little detail of the day, and those before.
To try to leave the past behind, but waking up, screaming and crying because the past won’t let you go.
To try to get out your bed, but getting pushed down by the huge amount weight of life pushing you down.
To try to breathe, but can’t because you’re suffocating.
To try to scream for help, but no one hears you.
To try to reach someone, but have no one to reach.
To try to run, but have nowhere to run to.
To try to hide, but have no safe place to hide.
To try to fight back, but being too drained to even crawl.
To try to see a way out, but not being able to see anything anymore except this intens darkness.
Do you know how it feels to live in a constant fight with yourself?
Do you know how it feels to live with a mental disorder?
(written by Aletta S.)
Do you know what it’s like?
To be trapped in your own mind?
To hate yourself more than you could ever imagine?
To feel alone?
To feel empty?
To feel like nobody cares?
To want nothing to do with this world?
To ruin everything?
To rise just to fall?
To mess everything up?
To feel so sad?
To feel so numb?
To feel so ugly?
To feel so worthless?
To love someone so much just to get hurt in the end?
To have so many regrets?
To hurt yourself just to feel?
To cry yourself to sleep?
To isolate yourself just to see if someone cares?
Do you know what it feels like?
Because I do. And I hate it.
Dear Me,
I don’t realize where I went wrong. I don’t know how my feelings went downhill so fast…
Absolutely no one cares at this point. I’ve burned all my bridges. I don’t know how to make new friends anymore. I don’t know how to apologize to the people I’ve ghosted. How to befriend them. I don’t even know if I want to talk with them again.
It’s so lonely. Oh god, its so lonely. Everyday. I still can’t sleep. Mom blames it on the T.V. shows I watch all night. It’s only to keep me from thinking about hurting myself. It keeps me distracted from being sad.
I don’t know why my feelings are always the last ones to be considered. Always. Why does no one care…? Maybe its because I don’t try enough. Maybe I try too much? I always feel like an after thought.
I really don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this. Seriously. I don’t know how much longer I can FVCKING do this. its so exhausting… I don’t want to keep feeling this way.