#tw depressing stuff

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tom90deg:

cipheramnesia:

samuraifuckingfrog:

I remember when we were joking about states which wouldn’t let you pump your own gas. Guess they got the last laugh here.

You know the best thing about all of this? Gas degrades. It degrades FAST. According to survivalists, who by god take this shit seriously, gas from a pump will last Three to six months. If it’s in a proper container, airtight, and has a low Ethanol percentage. That’s it. Three months, and it’s useless. And tha’ts IF it dosn’t get water in it, cause then it’s totaly useless. These people are wasting god knows how much fuel and money. 

Also, all writers should remember this. Fuel lasts 6 months in ideal situations. After that, it is useless.

We get this in Australia with panic buying too, just like the last lockdown over Easter. I don’t know what’s more embarassing or shameful, this kind of behaviour for Australians (usually wyt) or the racism, which I had a deal with yesterday; was going to Claisebrook station to go to Perth and round the corner was a family of wyts and they saw half-asian me, wearing a mask, because of the public transport mandate and they, no joke, just got their whole group to avoid me like the plague (not because I was sick or anything). To top it off, two teenage boys were there near the bushes nearby, laughing at what unfolded.

You know how when you stand up n you dont necessarily get “dizzy” so much as your vision gets a little speckled with tiny tiny black dots n you hear this ringing that drowns out all other noise n you have this strange pressure in your head till it goes away?

Yay!

I love how roughly 50% of this community post pictures of women/men/people who clearly weigh more than us and are fully developed,grown ass women/men/ppl yet we starve ourselves expecting to look like/similar to them…. ( ._.)

If that doesn’t apply to you dont start invalidating yourself cause you being in this community is enough to qualify you as “sick”. Recognize that I said “roughly 50%”, not “everyone"

Having Gen-z’s take over ed-social media was NOT a good idea

Until you binge on cheese slices at 3am balling your eyes out abt missing your workouts cause you were just too tired you’ll NEVER be on my levelඞ

(And I pray to God you never are, this shit hurts)

Dzień 15 waga: 79,7

Zjedzone: ok 580 kcal/600

spalone: nie wiem ile ale wiem ze trochę spaliłem

- pół drożdżówki z jabłkiem - 130

- oatjogu mango-148

- kawełek ciasta które upiekłom - ok100?

- vifon zupa pho - 184

zjadłem jeszcze banana co daje 1000 kcal nie zamierzam już nic dzisiaj jeść. Byłem na spacerze długim ok. godzinnym i teraz mam zamiar poćwiczyć, mam nadzieje, że u was jest okej i życzę przyjemnego chudnięcia:)

‘it’s getting bad again…’

bestie did it ever get better in the first place??? or did you just shift all your attention, affection and focus into another person, giving them the love you wished you had but never receiving it so it’s just becomes a bottomless well of you just giving and giving and soon you realize you are so addicted to self destruction your 'love’ became the manifestation of it

TW!!

ostatni czas był dość ciężki.. byłam w szpitalu po próbie s#&@bójczej. zdiagnozowano mi wtedy depresję i przypisano mocniejsze leki, ale nikt nie wie o anie. przez to, że musiałam tam jeść przytyłam 2kg. z mojej pięknej wagi przeszło na ponad 44kg. jestem załamana. nie jem już nic ponad 38h i dopóki nie spadnie mi waga do 42kg nie włożę niczego do ust. jeśli ktoś chciałby popisać albo potrzebował pomocy, to naprawdę postaram się z całych sił. s#&@bójstwo nie jest opcją i być nie powinno. nie róbcie sobie krzywdy i nie popełniajcie tego samego błędu co ja.

postaram się wstawiać regularnie jakieś posty, żeby poczuć się lepiej i mieć kontrolę nad tym wszystkim. proszę tylko żebyście nie zgłaszali tego bloga, bo nie chcę nikomu niczego narzucać ani rozkazywać jak ma żyć. jest to forma pamiętnika i terapii. jeśli przeczytaliście całość, to naprawdę jestem wdzięczna.

trzymajcie się chudo

Why am I like this? I should be grateful, why, why , why

I never liked myself and now it’s just getting worse. I shouldn’t be here, on earth, alive.

When ur therapist confirms you might be faking suicidality and you might be manipulating everyone.

I’m a bad person and I’m getting worse, so I want to kill myself, but that’d make the people around me sad. So then my next option is isolation. Why can’t I be done. I want to quit. I hate it here and I hate myself.

I can’t stop saying stupid things and I can’t stop doing stupid things. I just want to isolate and hide from everyone and everything. This way maybe I’d stop making a fool of myself.

I feel like I’m dying, I’m constantly fatigued, I’m bruising like crazing and I can never focus. I’m not even restricting wtf

The sad thing is that I know that if they asked for anything I wouldn’t know how to say no

I think I’m past the point of return, no one can help me anymore. My therapist doesn’t know how to help me, so I guess I’m fucked

Only I would fuck up the college process and feel the strong urge to fuck up my life cause why the fuck not

At this point idk if I should take my meds because idk if I deserve to be happy anymore. But also idk if this is just an excuse for me to not take my meds because I’m too lazy to even do it. Then also me posting this is just feeding my attention seeking behaviors.

When the self pity arrives at self deprecation station.

When someone takes a picture of ur side profile and u remember how ugly u are

When u relapse and the unhealthy coping mechanism just made u feel guilty instead of making u feel better.

When I find out I’m getting a prom and I kinda gave up restricting.

Well the universe wanted me to restrict and I gave it what it wanted, maybe now I can start to be happy again

Most of the time i don’t like how my brain works, how suddenly i can feel sad about every tiny thing that happens, i wonder if it’s my fault for thinking too much and being so sensitive that i hurt myself with my thoughts or maybe every single person in the world is rude, even the people i love.

And maybe i hate myself so much that i don’t think i deserve to be loved and that’s why i love people that love to hurt me.

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