Here's the truth: People's reaction scares me. If they knew half, they probably would run as far as they could away from me. I'm not trying to get attention, I'm not making pity of myself. I'm just telling what nobody knows.
I just want that bump to disappear …
I want to just see my collar bone a little bit more …
I want to fit my hand around my wrist easier …
I want to see my ribs …
I want to be skinny
(via pretty-when-skinny)
back to the same shitty self feelings. great. just. great.
I heard them whispering my name and laughing. I wonder what they say.
I have to thank them for bringing my old friends: anxiety and sadness…