When I was 12 years old I was just flirting with one boy at facebook.we were talking with videochats cause the distance between us was soo far.
When I was 13 years old I meet my first love(I still love him) my first crush, my first boyfriend, we were crazy in love with each other, he was hugging me and playing with my hair secretly, cause if anyone will see us together they would tell my parents. He knew I had very bad life, he was trying to make me feel happy.suddenly everything changes, he dont even looking at me, than I saw a girl at his friends, they had thousand of pictures together, they were comenting love words at each others pictures, I was fucking jealous of this skinny slut! Everyday seeing my ex with a slut is killing me inside out, I love him,it hurst but i know i will love him forever, I had whole life imagined with him, after second day we saw each other he just shouted front of school I love ..... (my name) my nickname is Amy but my real name is a secret. Well I am just dying, because of him I had insomnia, I diagnosed at 2017.
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
You are not hungry, you’re bored
I would rather my body ache from a workout, not a 10,000 calorie binge.
I would rather step on the scale and be proud, not let it make me miserable.
I would rather my size 00 jeans fit a little loosely, not get stuck halfway up my thighs.
I would rather people worry about how skinny I’m getting, not have people whisper behind my back “damn she’s getting fat”
I would rather people wonder how I resist chocolate, cookies, fast food, cake, fried foods and ice cream, not have them wonder if I’ve ever eaten a vegetable in my life.
I would much rather be skinny, dainty, fragile, tiny, thin and perfect, not a fat and lazy slob.
I don’t know about you, but this is just me.
Text me đź’«
summer mood
You’ve had an eating disorder way before tumblr.
You’re still in school.
You’re hungry RN.
You still live with your parents.
You have other mental illnesses too.
Stay safe đź’Ś
me: i’m so lonely and i want to talk to someone, i’d love to-
someone: hey :)
me: that’s too much stress and responsibility, i didn’t ask for this