“He told me he loved me and promised me the world.”
Harry today ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 4.2.13
Sledding was cold as shit.
Why am I even still breathing?
I feel disgusting. I hate myself. I look in a mirror and break. I really do. I don’t even look at food because it makes me sick. When I think about it in me.. Adding weight. I feel horrible. I hate being around my friends. They’re all so skinny.. So tiny.. So perfect. Then there’s me. I’m not. I’m bigger. I’m disgusting. I’m the gross friend. The ugly friend. The fat friend. And none of them understand. None of them care that I’m hurting. None of them realize that there’s something wrong with me. Even my thoughts are messed up. I think about death. I think about how I don’t want to end my life, but if I were to die it wouldn’t make a difference. It wouldn’t make a difference in the world. I’m going crazy. I need help. And no one cares. No one at all.