Well, I fucked up and binged. I hate myself so much and kinda want to die. My ex texted me and I was such a bitch to him. I feel at least. I don't know. I feel bad because now all I want to do is text him. I want to be in a relationship, but with someone I really like and can grow to love. I miss face timing and hugging and kissing. Hell, I even miss the petty fights.
I just want someone to love me and hold me...I just want someone...to love again. I miss him in general actually, but I also like someone...it is just confusing...I am seriously thinking about ending it all. I have no purpose or reason or life. I have trust issues now, I have been ruined by the whole situation and I'm just ripped apart and wearing away and its getting hard to stay above water.
I don't want to do this anymore and I want to be the strong girl who stays on top of everything, but its so fucking hard when you have depression, anxiety, bulimia, anorexia, paranoia, and cut. Its hard and I don't know what to do...I really don't...help me.
Please someone...help.
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Dear Dead Diary
Non-FictionThis is a thoughts story. So if you aren't interested then don't read. Also if you are going to read and then complain in the comments, fuck off.
