As I look into the mirror I think to myself, the doctors don't know what they're talking about, I'm too FAT to have an eating disorder
Starving
Cutting
Burning
Bruising
Binging
Purging
Just one more time, I promise I'll get better. Nobody will like you unless you're skinny. Nobody wants to be seen with the fat chick. That's what I tell myself.
People ask if I'm okay, but they don't want to hear the truth. I learned a long time ago that, you just have to tell them what they want to hear if you want to be left alone.
"I'm okay"
"Im fine"
"Never been better"
That's what they want not,
"Im dead inside"
"I want to die"
"This is the worst it's ever been"
YOU ARE READING
Done
Randomrandom thoughts from my depressed suicidal brain This is my way of coping. I'm learning to rant on wattpad instead of cut, binge purge...etc. Also, most of the time when I'm writing this stuff I'm upset and have no regard for spelling and grammar ch...
