Stargirl

I’m so much more than my weight. Why do I feel like I’m not? I deserve more than a life spent trying to lose weight. I hate that I wake up every morning and the first thought on my mind is to eat as little as possible. I hate going to sleep regretting all I ate and planning on how to eat less the next day. I love myself so much. The person I am means so much to me. Why do I resent her for how she looks? She is beautiful and she’s so smart and she’s got the light of the world in her heart. But she is heavy. And for some god forsaken reason thats what keeps her weighed down.

I need “I’m alone and that’s perfectly fine. My company is all I need” song recs.

I’m so sad

And yk while you’re sitting awake thinking of him and wondering about him. He’s probably pouring all his energy into another girl

The person I am today is not the person I was yesterday. The person I am today is perfect. She does everything that perfect girls do. She does everything that makes her perfect. She is soft and strong and smart and beautiful. Maybe I need to refer to myself in third person. If I cannot love myself to fix myself. maybe I can love this ‘other’ maybe I can fix myself through her. It’s worked before. It’s worked before and I’ll do it again.

I need to fucking cut my hair off and get bangs and make it pink and thin out my eye brows and get a nose piercing and make my eyes bigger

Just blocked someone simply bc I peaked a tr*mp flag in the background of their snap.

Grown Men will go through the same arch I went through when I was 12 and act like it’s the biggest moment other life.

I love reading so fricking much

When I’m talking to someone and I get this overwhelming feeling of ‘they don’t care’ bc ik they don’t. I don’t think anyone ever has. And I doubt anyone ever will

I’m a very lonely girl. I’m a very lonely person. And I can only imagine that this is how I’m going to be for the rest of my life. Alone. I’ve known it for a long time. But I am coming to terms with it. I hope I am. I don’t have any friends. I’ve never had any friends. Or a single friend. Even when I was a little girl. I sat alone by myself during recess. I font have anywhere to go. I dint have anything to do. I dint have anyone to talk to. I’m alone. I’m by myself. I will be for the rest of my life. There’s something inherently wrong with me. Something that makes me different. Something That dooms me into being alone. I’m not special to anyone. I’m not special at all.

I’ve never felt the desperation to starve myself more than ever. And this time around I can’t even bring myself to do it. You can only imagine the war going on in my brain