Nealey, 17;

I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, that I'm a glass of wine in shaking hands.

wordsandting:

This thin tightrope I keep
Lacerating my feet
Will cut me into shreds,

Wire ropes I will creep
Through, and wrap and I bleed
And hope I don’t end up dead.

9505) I’ve hated myself since I was five years old. It was like I was born with a ED.

9511) All I ever think about is food. What I’m going to eat, when I’m going to eat, and what everyone else is eating.

amporca:

Trying on clothes is really hard when you hate yourself. Liking someone is really hard when you hate yourself. Eating is really hard when you hate yourself. Life is really hard when you hate yourself.

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