What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why does my brain have to be a defect?
Why do I push everyone away and wallow in sadness when literally nothing has “made” me sad?
Why am I afraid to get help?
Every time my life goes right I fuck it up. It’s like I do it on purpose. I create my own Hell

1 hour ago // 6 notes

I want to be the kind of skinny that makes everyone jealous but I also want to eat all the food.

5 hours ago // 2 notes