I wonder what it feels like to look in the mirror and not totally hate what you see.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels…

“I guess it’s ok. I wouldn’t choose me either.”

- always the second choice

Selfharm:

You see it as them hurting themselves too much. They see it as never hurting enough.

Anorexia:

You see it as them just being skin and bones. They see it as a huge number on the scale.

Bulimia:

You see it as too many trips to the bathroom. They see it as “I ate too much”.

Suicide:

You see it as unexpected and surprising. They see it as the only option.

I told you I felt like dying and you did nothing.

Society taught me that no matter what size I am, I will never be good enough. I’ll always be too skinny, too fat, too short, too tall, too this, too that…

I’m dead inside.

What are your best talents?

• Pretend to be happy
• Pretend to be okay
• Pretend to be strong
• Pretend like I can do it
• Pretend like I’m not in pain
• Pretend like it’s not a big deal

Shy people notice everything but they don’t get noticed.

Stop trying to make everyone happy, you’re not tequila.

I wonder how many times we forgive someone just because we don’t want to lose them even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

“I use humour to cover up the fact that I want to jump off a bridge.”

- being suicidal

I don’t want to think anymore.

I hate becoming replaced. It hurts so much and it doesn’t matter how often it happens you never get used to it because it’s so fucking painful.

The truth doesn’t give a fuck what your opinion is.

You’re going to have to save yourself.

I guess I was nothing to you.

Someone: What does it feels like?

Me: Like drowning. But not like real drowning in water or similar. It’s more like drowning in your own mind, in your own thoughts and your self-destructive addicts.

It’s sad to think that the majority of my teenage years were spent trying to survive rather than actually living.

Dear diary, when life is shit, turn to music.