Even tho its not midnight, i still feel like writing something down...
Im sitting in the doctors waitingroom, waiting for the same shit over and over again. Every. Week.
He has to check my weight and he has to take blood samples. Im not really allowed to go below the weight that i am now, because if i would, i would probably get send back to clinic. again.
but thats a story for another chapter.
So yea... my iron levels are pretty low and i have to take medication to keep the up.
I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa and depression.
I got diagnosed when i was in the clinic/the mental hospital.
But i do know, just because i got diagnosed with it, doesnt mean its a part of me. Its not.
I got into selfharming - OKAY HOLD ON.
WHY AM I EVEN WRITING ABOUT THIS.
I SHOULD STOP.
ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE DEPRESSED.
STOP.
2/1/17 10:59am
I just noticed that i didnt publish this. I wanted to change it, but somehow now, i think, it should stay the way it was. I didnt change any of the above.
Like i said, my mind is all over the place and i just write it down as fast and as understandable as possible...
And in that moment i didnt understand anything anymore.
I could've just walked out that room and said nothing.
I could have said the real weight that stood on the scale.
I could've done a lot of things.
But, oh no, it not socially acceptable.
:|
Yea...
Oh and btw, happy new fucking year.
Its still the same shit.
Idk what changed accept a number.
For me at least.
This really is all over the place...
Im sorry ._.
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midnight thoughts
Non-Fictionme, being a bored piece of shit, wanting to put her thoughts and ideas out to the world. thats what im doing here. telling my story - maybe just the beginning - maybe just the start. maybe its interessting to read whats going on in the mind of a per...
