Today has been so shit.
My head still hurts and I need to stop picking at the glue.
I don't want to be me anymore, I want to be different.
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
I'm so sorry.
Please don't ever leave me again. You've been with me all week, and for about an hour without you, I was a mess. I want you, don't leave me. I can't do anything without you.
BY THE FUCKING WAY
THIS IS NOT ABOUT A PERSON
SO DON'T START ASSUMING SHIT
BY THE FUCKING WAY
THIS IS NOT ABOUT A PERSON
SO DON'T START ASSUMING SHIT
Friday, 19 August 2011
Fucking hell.
I'm so pissed off. I've just cut my fucking hand up on fucking smashed glass
Fucking idiot
I thought I was doing alright, and now fucking this.
Fucking idiot
I thought I was doing alright, and now fucking this.
Sunday, 14 August 2011
I think I might have dermatillomania.
I've only recently looked into it, I've been doing it for years and never really knew why.
I think it might be getting worse because I've recently moved onto my legs, and it's putting me off wearing shorts or anything that shows the bottom half of my legs.
Hmmm :/
I think it might be getting worse because I've recently moved onto my legs, and it's putting me off wearing shorts or anything that shows the bottom half of my legs.
Hmmm :/
Friday, 12 August 2011
This is exactly why I don't go on your blog.
I find things about you saying we're a joke, you talking to other girls, liking their pictures. I just can't fucking take it. I was filled with so much confidence this morning, I went out without foundation on this morning, one glance at your blog, and my confidence is fucking shattered. And last night, I don't know what the hell was wrong with you.
Sometimes I think it's best if we part, I don't know.
Sometimes I think it's best if we part, I don't know.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
I hate when people say I'm not fat.
I am, I'm overweight, with a BMI of 27. I need to lose at least 20 pounds to be even average. This is something that really bothers me, so please, just don't say anything about weight to me.
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
I thing it's good when someone does the opposite.
When you're so low, and you feel like nothing can help you, but someone comes along and makes you smile. It's the best thing ever.
I feel so sick.
Physically and mentally. I'm so alone, people say they're there for me, but they just care about themselves. No-one thinks to ask me if I'm alright, they just say I'm moody. I don't know what to do anymore, I just don't know about anything anymore. I just want to disappear, I doubt anyone would notice.
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