At the end of the day, I’ll be alone. No matter what anyone says, it what they do for me. I will always feel lonely and depressed. And one day, I’m going to give up. I’m so tired of caring when no one could care about me.
I feel like shit, I look like shit, I eat shitty fatty food, I’m getting even fatter and fatter and fatter, I’m doing shit in my exams… everything is going awful.
I need to cut. now.
FUCK EVERYTHING.
I’ve been inactive for ages now. And ever since Christmas - when I was at my lowest weight for years - I’ve been putting on weight.
I was at 8stone 3ish, and now I’ve gained over a stone. I feel physically sick when I look in the mirror. And I need to be 7stone 2ish but I’m more like 9stone 5ish.
I want to kill myself. I need to be perfect. I hate this body, just let me be fucking thin already. I can’t deal with this anymore.
I need to get back on track, I need to be perfect. I’M A FUCKING FAILURE. FAILURE. FAILURE. FAILURE.
