Trigger warning: anorexia, self harm, rape. This is a place for me to say the things I'm ashamed of.
I can’t do this.
being the fat friend like
I’m anxious and need a distraction. On or off anon.
Happiness is a new scrip of Xanax.
From an old guy at group trying really hard to get into my pants.
My wrist; my body part with the most scars. 6+ years worth of them, totaling in at least 500 over time just on this arm. Some of the older superficial ones you can only see in the right light or when my skin is pulled right.
Fuck yeah. Progress.
when did i get this fat
If you ever tell me I’m a tiger that’s earned my stripes I’ll fuckin punch you in the throat I hate that stupid thing
This is the only way my younger siblings don’t mind being around me. If I was home more I’d probably be an alcoholic.