Fucking hate still living with my family because for some selfish reason they won't let me rot in my bedroom listening to sad music and skipping meals ???

i want therapy but like bad therapy. i dont want someon to help me work on myself i want Hannibal to tell me i should kill people

Something to think about …

PERFECTION GUARANTEES FAILURE. Perfection is not a target, it’s an excuse we tell ourselves to stay the way we are. By making the choice to eat perfectly or poorly, you’ll always choose poorly because you know you can’t hit perfection. Perfection is not a real standard, it’s setting you up for failure. And then you make one bad choice during the day and you think the day is ruined and you may as well start again tomorrow because today wasn’t perfect.

PROGRESS OVER PERFECTION. Focus on making small improvements. Make the goal one step ahead of where you are now, and then when you hit that move it one step further again. You’ll start to build momentum and soon enough you’ll be living the life that you dream of…

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Credit: by @default_thinking .

I miss my green day phase... i still had a ton of mental breakdowns but at least i had some banger background music.

Story time:

My best friend has an ed as well and he found my secret tumblr without knowing it was me so when I revamped my old blog and gave it to him without changing the user I didn't fucking realize that accounts show up based on what you post even if they're deleted and a whole bunch of ed blogs came up and he was like, "oh, that was you?" And that's how we came out :D

oh the morning skinny.. it never gets old😌

Starving at school is so easy; no one fucking cares :D

A constant battle between wishing someone was there to tell you you're beautiful and don't need to starve yourself to be pretty because they love you and despising the thought of anyone seeing your body and thinking it's good enough for them

I don't want to do my homework. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to go to school the next day. I just want to starve and sleep until I die.

Oml my principal just went up to me and asked me why I wasn’t eating lunch and I said I don’t like the school lunch and that I usually eat at home and he said “okay just don’t do the anorexia” and I was literally looking at thinspo while talking to him

I don’t know you shouldnt “do the anorexia.”

I seriously can't tell if I've been eating "normally" all week or if I'm binging

Listening to sad music while avoiding homework is what I do in my free time but I don't think I can tell my teacher that.

what do you do for a living?

I exist against my will.