fucked up angel

get me on the set of wicked NOWWWW

i miss how funny and vibrant i used to be & i hate how im reminded of it every time i hang out with my friends or family.

feeling hunger is so euphoric until u reach the nausea phase and it’s pure torture

ugh i gave myself a nosebleed from purging

recovery is over and it’s time to lock in.

ugh i get so sensitive when ppl even question my food contamination fear bcuz i feel like they think im lying or making shit up

yk it’s bad again when ur thighs sting with each step

grateful the trash took itself out

starving urself feels so goddamn rewarding when u have a crush.

i hate my mother because she’s never gave me the opportunity or dignity to be myself and learn from my mistakes. she projects her fear of her past mistakes onto me and keeps me chained in her anxiety.

scared of intimacy cuz don’t want anyone see the scars on my thighs