Self destroy
I'm just feeling fucking fat. I know it's an obsessive thought but I just can't help watching at the mirror and say fat, disgusting, gross. And the more things are bad in my life, the more I lock myself in the bathroom checking at my fat belly, as like things would magically change or improve if there's no fat around. That's the only thing I can do when life goes nuts. Me-fucking-loser.
Yesterday I was having a good day with meal planification but then I had to ruin everything with a horrible binge untill late evening, during which I had several depressive crisis and truly wanted to die again. I'm seriously thinking about hospitalization recovery, now.
Yesterday I was having a good day with meal planification but then I had to ruin everything with a horrible binge untill late evening, during which I had several depressive crisis and truly wanted to die again. I'm seriously thinking about hospitalization recovery, now.