Oh fuck off you ignorant bitch. I tagged grunge on one photo that funny enough had all of my in it, I don’t think I’m grunge in the slightest don’t you dare put words into my mouth. I’m so bloody sick of receiving messages like this, and I’ve explained myself so many times. Grow up, and focus on something else other than other peoples flaws, because if I’m totally honest I couldn’t give less of a shit about your opinion. If I thought I was thin I wouldn’t be bulimic. I’m actually fuming that you’ve branded me as somebody who gives eating disorders a ‘bad name’ because you know nothing about me, all I did was come on here to express my emotions and share stuff about me and I constantly get shot down for it, I’m in fucking recovery, I’m trying to see myself as what other people see me as. but you clearly don’t know how fucking hard that is or else you wouldn’t even have considered sending such a rude message.
And the best part is your on anonymous, you can’t even say it without hiding behind some sort of fucked up wall.
Overall the main thing to take away from reading this, if you are reading this is that, and I’ve said this so many times
don’t judge others until you’ve been in their position
and that your an absolute disgusting human
That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.
Heather King - Parched (via sparklesandwhiskey)
This applies to my eating disorder for me. So powerful!
I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be happy in about fifteen minutes. That was exactly it, and I couldn’t understand why the happiness never came, couldn’t see the flaw in my thinking, couldn’t see that alcohol kept me trapped in a world of illusion, procrastination, paralysis. I lived always in the future, never in the present. Next time, next time! Next time I drank it would be different, next time it would make me feel good again. And all my efforts were doomed, because already drinking hadn’t made me feel good in years.