I got dumped, sorry guys. Please no one message me during this time.

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I got dumped, sorry guys. Please no one message me during this time.
Update everyone!!
Im moving in with my new boyfriend in July, im getting my GED, and I managed to cut to muscle!!
I’m currently very happy and although still having my anorexia and sh issues I do see a future where I fully recover and even if I don’t my boyfriend will always be here
I feel like im going to throw up what is wrong with me? I have to go to work, i am on my way there, but I just want to puke and rot in my bed
There is a heaviness to my heart that is consuming me
My stomach is in knots , but it will fade with time
Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
Clarice Lispector, from her novel titled "The Passion According to G. H.," originally published in 1964
do it for the clothes
I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO YEARN SO MUCH
there should be a limit to the amount of stupidity i do when i am in love
shoutout to that underlying sense of unease that’s made a home in my bones
every fibre of my being screaming to say “I WANT TO KISS YOU” and every fibre of my being stopping me from saying so.
staying nonchalant whilst missing you until my head hurts is a skill i have mastered too well. i am deprived of you, your voice, the way your breath sounds.
but oh, will i ever confess that to you? HELL NO
Anyone ever fantasize about being forced to recover by your lover?
Then your realize your alone, you push everyone away, your too scared to acknowledge that your problems are gonna cause you to die alone, you’d feel to selfish if you let anyone help you, you don’t want to make anyone else sick and no one wants you?
Just me…?