#concerns

Been losing so much time. Thursday was a continuation of Wednesday. It was Wednesday until it was Friday. There was no Thursday. But it was Wednesday that didn’t start until Thursday. The Thursday that never happened. We probably shouldn’t have Ativan anymore. I forget that We used to black out from Ativan and alcohol. Maybe We are more sensitive in our current condition. We had the outsider hold on to our Ativan for us. Because We knew that We couldn’t trust ourself in the state We’ve been in. Yesterday We asked him for our medicine. He said He gave it to us and that We said that We didn’t need him to hold on to it anymore because We wouldn’t need it anymore…???!!! It wasn’t Teen. It wasn’t Animal. It wasn’t Malice and it sure as fuck wasn’t The Gobos! So who was it? We suffered full amnesia! This isn’t our norm or at least it hasn’t been in a long time. And We’ve been hallucinating. Full, head on hallucinations. That is also not our norm. Not since We were a child. Visual, auditory and tactile hallucinations. We look at our “Trip Check Painting” and the shadows move like We’re on LSD. But We haven’t taken LSD in about a week. We don’t know what this means. But it seems like when We push and stress for an entire semester, by the end of it, something happens to our mental state. We pushed ourself hard, not even this hard but hard enough to cause a state of psychosis in 2019. The last day of class or the very next day, don’t clearly remember, Teen tried to kill the vessel. It was a very serious attempt. And he very nearly succeeded. Was almost rushed to another hospital for a liver transplant but our levels suddenly started coming down. Waking up in the hospital… Never hallucinated that bad in our entire life. A dark shaking figure stood in the corner of our “room”. The walls had weird writing all over them and were moving. Everything had a yellow tint to it.

We are not suicidal. But We are not okay. We do not believe that We are a risk to ourself or anyone else. Other than a possible accidental overdose! That Ativan shit is scary! If We try really hard, We can see someone dropping one of the pills in the trash accidentally then popped the last… 3??? In our mouth. If there were more in there We don’t know if, whoever that was, would have taken all of it.

We did well in Music Theory 101. We did not great at all on our project but ended up getting a 90 on it! Our average was an 89 but when We checked, our overall grade is a 99 point… Something. Can’t really remember but a fucking 99??!! How? Since March We’ve been doing horribly! When We submitted our final project We also wrote a little over 300 words vaguely explaining why We submitted such hot garbage. He wrote back telling me that he thought We were doing well and that he could tell how much work We put in all of our work. After our presentation he clapped…??? We thought he was gonna be like, “Wtf is this?” Even though he did let us know where We fucked up he still seemed to understand that We did know the material We were just having a bad time. None of us saw that coming.

So why are We starting to spiral? Is this just what a burnout feels like for us now? Is there something seriously wrong? We don’t know yet. Hopefully this fades with some rest.

I’ve been looking at a lot of feedism blogs/porn and being incredibly turned on from it recently. But I’m so self conscious about gaining weight. Half of me wants to be 200 pounds, and half of me is horrified of being over 130. Family members point it out when I’ve started to gain, and it shamed me into starving myself. I hope someday I won’t have such an anxiety about restricting my diet and can eat what I want, as much as I want, having my clothes become too tight, and feeling my weight as I walk and move around

I think my boyfriend is a feeder in denial..
I have been with my boyfriend for almost 3 months now, and since then i have gained at least 20 pounds. We’ve prodded at the idea of feederism, and he seemed really turned on about forcing me to lick food off of him; as well as him stuffing me until I can’t take anymore. But then he bounced off it, yet, today he informed me he wants to make it a tradition that he gives me food on Saturdays… Knowing that I’d feel guilty if I didn’t eat it. He also likes to mess with my chubby belly a lot and sleep on it. It just seems every time I try to talk about it with him, he gets defensive.

I’m only a few pounds from 300lbs and I seem to have lost all ability to resist eating so much junk food now. I’m running out of clothes that fit comfortably but I can’t seem to stop myself eating all the time even though they’ve gotten so tight and will likely not last another 10 to 15lbs.

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