Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. 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, October 30, 2012

Sick, Violent, Dark Swirled Shadows

I miss writing on here terribly. I miss writing comments. I miss reading about your lives. I miss feeling connected to the only people who understand my pain.

The past few days have been hell. My depression is just lingering. I can feel it under my skin, it creeps around giving me chills, causing horrible aching pain all over; yet I don't even look as if I'm depressed. I can't cry, I can't cut, I can't hit, I can't do a single thing to get rid of this feeling and these thoughts. Landon is starting to understand that I really honestly don't have a reason for being this way. Our relationship has been good. We've been happy. There hasn't been fights. Yet I sit there and look as if my world has just fallen apart, as if everyone I have ever known is gone forever. I don't know why I feel this way! I don't know why I have to keep going on. I want to die so badly you have no idea. I've never gotten to the point of holding a kitchen knife in my hand with the point digging into your chest; breathing so deeply; just wishing that you could ram the damn knife straight through your heart.....until now. I dream of downing Robitussin with codeine, a bottle of diet pills, and zoloft just to see if that could do the trick.
My mind is a sick, violent, dark swirl of a child that used to be. My heart aches all the time. It literally hurts. I hate seeing people.

What goes so wrong to someones mind that they are so severely depressed even on their brightest days? What goes so wrong that it drives someone to the point of not wanting to exist any longer? And, when did did that something go wrong in my mind? Tell me how to fix it.    Please I'm begging you. 


I'm sick to my stomach most of the time now. I want food but I know I can't. Landon sees me struggling with it. He asks me what's wrong and I tell him I wish I could eat without thinking of everything wrong with the food. He's starting to be more understanding...I feel bad that I've driven myself to this. I can't even go into the grocery store without wandering for 1 whole hour and then finally deciding on getting a damn KIWI! I fight with her more and more to eat now. I'm constantly struggling between the torture of starving or the torture of eating. & then I finally do it I want to throw it up within the next couple minutes. And I don't want to throw it up because I feel bad (which I really fucking do I hate when I let myself eat) but I want to throw up because my body feels physically sick.
I've been fighting to eat as little as possible and it's gone decently. I eat at least one bad thing a day and it kills me but I have no choice now that Landon is around all the time.
I AM OFFICIALLY UNDER 90 LBS THOUGH!!!!!!
88.0 LBS  to be exact. It gives me a BMI of 16.1. I really really want to keep it this low and hope it goes lower but fasting and restricting is so difficult when I'm always home. I need to go back to having a job so I'm not watched all the time.


Sorry for the long long post.
I miss you all so much and I really mean that.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sized Up

A little over a month ago I was 98 lbs...
I'm still that weight!
fuck, i'm so mad at myself.

8/15 Measurements:

Thighs: 18.5 in.
Mid-Thigh: 17 in.
Hips: 31 in.
Butt: 34 in.
Below Bust: 29.5 in.
Bust: 33.5 in.
Calves: 13 in.
Bicep: 9.5 in.

9/18 Measurements:
Thighs: 16.9 in.
Mid-Thigh: 15.5 in.
Hips: 30 in.
Butt: 32.5 in.
Below Bust: 27 in.
Bust: 32.5 in.
Calves: 12.2 in.
Bicep: 8.5 in.

why is it that my measurements dropped but my weight didn't! ugh fuck me.
I'm just fat. I'll die this way.

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.