So … 1026 calories today. Ik that is way too little, but if I eat anything else, I’ll feel like crap for it tomorrow. My dinner was 210 calories. I’m just slowly starving myself. v.v
Mentally, I am fucked.
Physically, I am wasting away.
I feel weak and fragile all the time. |:
Fuck.
Just…the best.
I can feel myself going down that road again. The road to anorexia. And it’s not so much that I want to be thinner (that is part of it though) as much as it’s my own personal form of self harm, now that I got over cutting. It’s true what they say: “An addiction never goes away; you just replace one with another.”
And I’m addicted to hurting myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m a freaking masochist. It all comes from all the self-hatred I have inside me. I’m a bitch. I deserve to die. Ha ha I bet lot of people would be happier and lead easier lives if I were gone. I’m just a burden; a pain to deal with. I feel horrible for my 3 best friends (how do I even have any?), because they always have to deal with me. But they choose to stick around, though I don’t understand why. They’re amazing okay? Freaking amazing, & I wouldn’t even be here, alive, if it weren’t for these 3 people. Well 2 more than the other but you know …
I’ve seen the pictures of all these ana people. Believe me, I DON’T want to look like them. But I still starve myself at night because if I go above 1400 calories in a day, I feel just horrible for it the next day. And I work out a ton every day so that’s why I’m so skinny and still losing. I know. I should probably be taking in about 3500 calories/day but I would just hate myself.
Also, I want to get better for Gabriel, my best friend, because he’s been there for me so much these past 2-3 months, and he’s shown he cares in so many different ways, and I really like/respect him, and I can see how concerned he is for me. I hate that. I don’t want to do anything against what he wants for me … And yes I know he only wants what’s best for me. It’s just hard, and I’m struggling on the edge of an eating disorder that I don’t want anything to do with.
But I can see how it’s affecting him … Gosh, he’s always hated it when I hurt myself. When I used to cut, and I told him/showed him the scars, he begged me for weeks to stop, said it was unhealthy, and helped me gradually overcome it. Now, when he said I look ana on Tuesday, he said “Please don’t become anorexic.” & he looked at me in the same concerned way that he looked at me when he asked me to stop cutting. And today, at lunch, the four of us (just who I usually sit with, my best - and only real - friends) were all kind of fooling around and arm wrestling each other (maturity level - awesome xD) and when I arm wrestled him, he wasn’t even trying … Like he was afraid to hurt me … And I thought “Do I really look that breakable? ):”
): It hurts me to hurt him but I just don’t like eating. And I still see myself as fat when I look in the mirror. IwanttotobebetterIwanttobebetterIwanttobebetter. For him … And everyone else that has shown concern for me. I just want to be sane, and see myself how they see me. But I can’t, because I’m mental, and I’m a fuck-up. Ugh whatever. I’m going to bed. The point is I don’t want to look like those ana people, but I hate food, and the way I look now. And I don’t want to worry my best friend in the world …
Just.
Someone.
Help.
Me.
Please.
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I have all A’s & one B in my classes. Because I have an 89.6 in Algebra. I’m 0.4 points away from an A. 0.4 FREAKING POINTS!!!!!! -______________- C’mon, man. I freaking hate myself.