I feel....
Sick but I can't throw up. I think it's all just stress. I haven't weighed myself in days. I don't want to. I feel like dying.
I'm such a bad friend. I make all of these empty promises. I think I'm a compulsive liar. I should just slit my wrists like I planned to do in November of 03, right before I went BACK into counseling.
I am going to have soup today. I'll probably throw it up though.
FUCK!
I no longer have a weight goal. It's fucking dumb. I just want to starve until I fucking die. There's nothing to look forward to anyway.
Skin and fucking bones. That's all I want to be.
-Monika
EDIT: I heard the perfect quote from this movie called Ginger Snaps last night..
Wrists are for girls, I'm slitting my throat.
I'm such a bad friend. I make all of these empty promises. I think I'm a compulsive liar. I should just slit my wrists like I planned to do in November of 03, right before I went BACK into counseling.
I am going to have soup today. I'll probably throw it up though.
FUCK!
I no longer have a weight goal. It's fucking dumb. I just want to starve until I fucking die. There's nothing to look forward to anyway.
Skin and fucking bones. That's all I want to be.
-Monika
EDIT: I heard the perfect quote from this movie called Ginger Snaps last night..
Wrists are for girls, I'm slitting my throat.