ℱⅈⓃȡⅈƝⒼ ℳℽ ℱ℟ɇⓔⅅŌℳ❁ retweeted
You also have long-term health issues thanks to years of starving and binging and purging, if your disorder hasn’t already killed you.
Children and adults can co-exist on the same platform. We don’t have to interact with each other. Everyone deserves a voice.
ℱⅈⓃȡⅈƝⒼ ℳℽ ℱ℟ɇⓔⅅŌℳ❁ retweeted
If you don’t recover as a teenager, you will be us. You don’t age-out of your disorder. Your brain doesn’t suddenly flip a switch. You feel exactly the same as an adult as you did as a teenager, except you now have to juggle illness with work & bills & responsibilities.
ℱⅈⓃȡⅈƝⒼ ℳℽ ℱ℟ɇⓔⅅŌℳ❁ retweeted
I’ve been in ED communities longer than some people here have been alive. I know I belong here, you’re not going to push me out. When you have a mental illness that is misunderstood and isolating, you yearn for people who ‘get’ you (though at the same time wish they didn’t!)
I guess it doesn’t matter and no one deserves damn letters. Maybe I’ll have to have that sit with me for a while.
Highly debating going over to my girlfriends to be held but also she’s asleep and also aren’t i a burden forgot what they keep saying wouldn’t want to BE TOO FUCKING SELFISH
I just sat on my floor juggling my death pills hand to hand while staring into my eyes in the mirror and just like. Tears slowly here and there sliding down. It was like straight out of a movie. It was pathetic. I looked for any life in my eyes. I couldn’t find it.
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Like I don’t think I want to tell her because she will say please. And I will bend. Or just lie and feel bad. Idk. I think I just wanna label these envelopes and go from there. But that means I’m one more step closer. And I’ve been brainstorming some of the letters.
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And then if I die I die. I probably would. If I don’t, the letters don’t get given. If they do, then they get given. Along with my other moms duties to get my pictures and shit out of this phone and then clearing it before giving it to my kinda sorda gf who I’m on the plan with















