As always I experience failure...lost my MP3...thus I exercise less...and actually stopped fasting to start restricting, I haven't quite been Ana at all these past two weeks, only Mia, I'm on exactly the same weight though.
Blogging only happens when I can't write in my diary and hence I lost my special diary pen (yes I'm OCD on that shit) So I haven't been writing in my diary, my mother and BF are FORCING me to eat and I'm not allowed to lock the bathroom door...but they go to bed at night...I don't.
I'm not in the mood for venting, I just don't want to cut, I'm eating some corn and peas right now, and we know what's going to happen after this, my little friend 'Ipecac' is visiting.
I just want to take it slowly, almost got hospitalized on Friday, and I know I have these suicidal tendencies (messed p word) but I wasn't ready.
I'm Out.
Who Am I
- ToWriteLoveOnHerArms
- 21 Years Old, Female, Boyfriend Attached To The Hip, The Hip I Want To Jut Out And Fit In Perfectly With My Matching Collar Bones and Skintight Legs, While Taking Away Attention To My Beautiful Red Lines Scattered Across My Arms Like Ladders, Snakes Roam There, They Roam In My Mind, and Tell Me I'm Insane and I Have A Death Wish. But That's Just Me, I'm One of Millions Sharing A Piece Of My Story.
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