Everything sucks and I feel like dying.
I swear Paris is killing me.
As soon as I came back I felt bad again, I'm throwing up again, I'm having mental breakdowns again.
Fuck me, fuck that, fuck everything.
Especially my brain.
I have exams, idiot! Come on!
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Living with depression and anorexia
SachbücherI think the title is pretty self explanatory, this is a diary of my very wierd life as a 20 year old depressive anorexic. I have no idea if a trigger warning is needed, but obviously if you're sensitive to descriptions of vomiting, self harming, and...
