Perfectly imperfect

She was tired. Physically and mentally. She wanted to close her eyes and never open them again.

So tell me, when you’re sat on the ground feeling like the world is ending and the tears won’t stop, who will be there to hold you and tell you no pain lasts forever? Who will love you unconditionally and tell you it’s okay to fall apart?

I'm the most worthless, dumbass, waste of space that ever existed.

He offered her the world, she said she had her own.

I wonder how people describe me when they're talking about me to someone who's never met me.

I want to be skeleton thin.

I feel as though I deserve every ounce of pain that I inflict on myself.

Literally spent the whole day binging. I hate myself so much.

Just treated myself to like 15 desserts, wow. Maybe, just maybe, I should look into eating enough during the day… but that’s just a thought.

I have nightmares about binging.

I always end up in the same place and I don’t know if my mind is distorted or I am.

I wish my house didn't have a kitchen.

I always feel guilty for eating. I wish I could survive on air.

A binge may promise to take away your worries but in fact it does nothing but make things feel more out of control.

Today, I binged on my save and healthy foods. I feel like I am never going to recover.

All she wanted was to be loved.

I'm that girl that is so afraid of rejection that she refuses to get close to anybody.