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lol, *aggressively grabs stomach chub in hopes of tearing it off* :)

IM IN TEARS

I’ll be the one baking amongst all this chaos and write down all the names on a sticky note and with all the calories and ingredients used. (I will know all fear foods so then I don’t give it to them and make them have a panic attack)

I’D BE THE ONE AGGRESSIVELY MAKING EVERYONE TAKE THEIR MEDICATION AND GO TO BED AT A DECENT HOUR

I’d be the one listening to music all the time and staying in my bed. Or I’d just be sitting on the toilet for hours scrolling through tumblr lmao

I will be in my room brewing my 50th cup of coffee

I can imagine someone shouting from downstairs “WHERE’S ALL THE CAFFEINE?!!” and everyone else casually hiding their empty mugs and cans.

I’ll be in the exercise room

I’d just be doing drugs and annoying the fuck out of everyone by repeating I’m doing fine and amazing and great and asking everyone how they’re feeling lmao

I’d be the one who goes around yelling jokes and drinks Diet Coke,,, when they aren’t drunk or high lol

i have control issues, mommy issues, adhd and im a perfectionist, it wasnt a question of IF i would develop an ED it was more of a WHEN would i develop it

Reblog if you feel guilty after you eat or if you like kittens

I don’t have “bad coping mechanisms”, I just happen to be doing a (1) man research study w myself, testing the limits of the human heart 💀👩🏻‍⚕️💁🏻‍♀️

i wish i could be the person i want to be but im too tired

“are you okay” mf you’ve seen my blog you tell me

Everything seems to be exhausting me. No matter how much sleep I get. Or how much coffee I drink. Or how long I lie down. Something inside me has given up. And I am always so exhausted.

meanspo literally the funniest shit ever lmfaooo call me a pig again and i will beat you the fuck up

“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are