what would you do if i told you i didn’t plan on living through this next year.
i’m ashamed to be posting this, but this will change in the next couple of months i will only be bones. this is my own motivation.
i’ve got a real sick image of beautiful.
i’d rather be remembered as the girl with the eating disorder.
than the fat girl.
for someone to look at an old picture of me,
and say, “this was before she stopped eating.”
or, “she looked so tired.”
to be noticed. that’s something i’ve yet to experience.
this is the measure i go to.
to crave someones acceptance, affection, approval, attention?
she’s the only one who cares about me now.
it’s time for me to care for her in return.
no food you’ll feel strong. and beautiful.
let’s lose fifteen pounds before thanksgiving.
let’s get this fucking weight off.
(via infatuatedwiththenumbers)
(Source: canweeverchange)
i want you to take control of me again ana.
i’ve been eating again.
i feel disgusting, i want to feel starvation again,
it was the only real thing i could feel.
please kill me slowly with your power.
these consumptions of calories are overwhelming.
you were so good to me.
i’m sorry i ever let you down.
i’m so preoccupied with work and school,
that my mind couldn’t let you continue to fester within me.
help me, i’m full.
please save me from this path.
i don’t want to ever eat again.
(via skinnyliketwiggy)

