wild how anorexia makes you fucking die.
like. you kinda wouldn’t know. from tumblr context?
you’d think it gave you immortality.
bountiful joy & endless, delightful dick.
pep in your step & riches beyond your wildest imagination.
but nooOooOooOOOO shitfuckshitttttfuckfuckshitt no myyy bones are disintegrating into shards of stale shattered toffee and fragments of fossilized candy corn.
the grocery store has become a nightmare. it gets worse with every exposure.
strangers see my sugar bones and scream in sudden anguish.
my skeleton upsets them; i learned to hide it but they don’t have the dignity to avert their gaping gawking gaze.
i do not double check the bodycount.
i practiced counting badly.
no point. no matter. too many. too little.
how could i. i just trust them. what other choice is there? i don’t want to hurt anyone. i don’t want to hurt anyone. i never wanted to hurt anyone. more than anything. i just wanted my friends to be ok.
and that’s how they got me.
