Showing posts with label anaproblems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anaproblems. Show all posts

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Skinny bitches

For once I want to feel skinny. I'm down to 106.8 lbs today. I've been drinking water, walked about 4 miles, eating so much better.

But good news! The gym I signed up for is open tomorrow!! And it's 24 hours I can't fucking weight to get my shit in check. In one month I will be fucking tiny I promise you guys. I've missed a lot of you girls on here.

Bella and lovely bones I'm going to write back to you soon. I can't go on the computer much cause it's my moms and I'm afraid she'll find my blog. That would suck. They already are noticing I'm relapsing. I shouldn't have "recovered" in the first place. I know my body can go further than I did before. There are girls taller than me that weigh in the 70s! It's mind blowing.

It's sick that they motivate me to be better than them.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Fuck, Can I become skinny already!?!!!

I've been having flashbacks since last night.
Landon was talking to his apt. manager for about an hour outside.
I locked myself in the bathroom climbed into the shower with my bong.
Put on music and just sat there smoking when it started....

The one that really has been nagging on my brain is the first time my mom ever found me trying to hide a razor. They got mad at me. I remember them calling me into their room. I sat down on the floor with my legs to my chest, arms around my knees. I was scared and frightened a bit. I had just recently found out what cutting can do, how it can take away that pain for a second. My mom told me to lift my pant legs, and then next my sleeves....She never saw the cuts. All she had to do was make me lift my sleeve a little higher, she would have found the cuts. She could have saved me from this before it started.

I snapped out of the flashback with my teeth so tensed together. My whole body just burning and angry at her. She should have known. She could have made everything alright. I cried for a long time afterwards. I've never been protected by my parents. They've raised me to be so independent, to never need them for anything. I'm realizing I don't know how to talk about my feelings, or what's wrong because of my parents. They never talked to me about problems they felt. They always ignored things. I became so mute with everyone because I grew up thinking this is how it is supposed to be.

On Sunday my mom called me into her room. She told me she thinks I'm depressed.....NO SHIT. & now she's trying to talk to my psychiatrist, she wants to come in with me...and I can't handle it. It makes my brain hurt literally. She was talking about a 30 day inpatient program for depression? That wont be useful for me.

I had breakfast this morning and I'm water fasting the rest of the day. I was 98.6 lbs when I went home last night and I wanted to throw my scale through the wall. I feel disgusting. My thighs won't fucking shrink. They stay gigantic! They jiggle and no matter what I do they wont slim down :'( I want to cut a hole so deep into my thighs I can stick a vacuum into it and suck all the fat out. It just doesn't seem possible that i'm under 100 lbs and still look pretty big. My hips down won't shrink. I can't get rid of that last belly fat. I don't know what to do!

also anyone in Southern California i'd love to talk to you! I need some friends and motivation closer to home.
















Monday, September 17, 2012

85 lbs; 85 lbs; 85 lbs

all that i'm going to have replaying in my mind is 85 lbs. 
85 lbs
85 lbs

I'll get there. I'll starve. I'll fast. I'll live off water. I'll become so drained and tired I look like I'm dying. I'll hide everything and all my feelings just so you can go on and be happy with your life. I'll just sit here and pretend it's all okay as i'm withering away. 

I have bruises all over my back and legs now. I'm weak. I'm hungry. I'm full. 

I don't know how to feel.








I would give up literally anything in this entire world for these legs.








Thursday, August 23, 2012

fuck, i'm alive still

She asks " How do you get skinny so fast?"
My response "I don't know"

What I really wanted to scream in her face is

"You don't fucking eat! You push to starve yourself more and more each day without realizing what you're becoming. You start not being able to have a meal go by without feeling like killing yourself because of the amount of calories. You stop eating more than 100 calories a day, and then soon none at all.You get so physically and emotionally sick you lose the people you cared for before all you cared about was the food that always seemed to surround you. You become even more depressed and angry with everything around you. Any stress or pressure feels like you have the whole world on your chest and anything will tip you over. You become something you can't even fucking recognize anymore. You can't talk to anyone because you feel so judged, ashamed, and crazy by everyone, even when they're not even giving a shit that you're alive. Your family and friends start to distant themselves because they are so afraid of you. They don't know when you'll snap and go off insanely. And, neither do you. You become afraid of yourself because you cant control anything anymore. You become angry, violent, and crying hysterically suddenly, and without reason. You constantly feel on the verge of wanting to scream and scream and scream until your voice is gone forever. You feel trapped inside this monster of a body, and a demon of a brain. You want out but no matter how fucking hard you try you CAN'T. You are so stuck in this unforgiving world. You can't be alone with yourself for too long before you start thinking things are hiding in your room, or before you start hearing things in your room. You get so scared as if you were still a child you hide under blankets just so you can pretend that whatever you saw in the corner won't see you hiding under there. You can't look out your window at night without seeing a man hunched over on the brick wall, you can't be in the dark, you can't be in the quite, even when that's all you want to do. You waste of a lot of your time distracted, unmotivated, not finishing anything you started because you now have the attention span of a severe ADD child.  You lost all the love for the things you used to be good at. You can't read anymore because the words don't make sense to you, so you can't understand what the story is about. You can't draw, eat, hike, breath, sleep, work, go to  school, you can't do fucking anything.  You spend most of your days rethinking of the suicide notes you've written in your head to each and every person in your life, and the daydreams of you dying in tragic freak accidents. Then only time someone sees you actually smiling is in your sleep. And then it makes you sad to know you can't even remember what the dream was about so you can't cling onto that small piece of happiness that is somewhere located in your brain. You're a monster now that's buried in a deep pit not knowing how far down it keeps going until you finally realize this is the end, and you cannot go on any longer like this"

I hate that i'm still alive.

my relationship has fallen to a whole new low point that I can't even get myself to discuss what happened.

my pregnant cousin found out her baby has a SEVERE chromosome condition to where she has to terminate the pregnancy because the baby has NO chance of survival. She has a cyst on the back of her neck, an enlarged kidney, and her intestines are all out of her body. My cousin still feels her baby girl moving around in her belly. I would be bursting in tears every time that sweet miracle moved around. I have no idea how my cousin is doing this. I would be a complete and udder mess.

and of course my psychologist appointment didn't happen on the 22nd as usual! i'm just going to stay this fucked up mess forever.