65026) I hate the way I look. I hate the looks I get and the things people say behind my back. I hate the things I do. I hate that I can’t eat in front of my friends and I hate cancelling plans. I hate being dizzy and unable to run fast without my knees clicking. I hate wasting food and I hate being cold. I hate my hair falling out and I hate lying to everyone. I hate hating myself and feeling guilty for everything. I hate this. So why can’t I make myself stop?
Can’t I just stop living?
- me: wow could my thighs get any bigger
- *sits down*
- me: apparently yes