I’m having panic attacks, I’m always crying, I feel so broken and weird. I don’t want to go to work, I just want to sleep and cry.
Dreams of an insomniac.
I’m so excited about this job interview on Saturday! Hopefully my word is turning around! Finally!
Seriously, the world needs to fuck off. I know I’m fat, hell, if you’d been what I was going through you’d be fifteen times worse than me. I’ve been fat my whole life - 21 years later things haven’t changed. Don’t you put your skeptical glasses on at me and throw the “sweetie, you’ve gained a bit of weight” fuckery at me. Fucking look in a...
Occasionally I make bad decisions. I’m sure this isn’t one of them. Yet.
I need out. I need people to stop trying to fuck with my head. Accept the rest is dead and leave me the fuck alone. I need sleep. I need a break. I need to move and change my name.
Sometimes things change. Sometimes one minute ill look like a princess, love my body and my life. Next ill be crumpled on the floor in tracksuit pants praying for forgiveness. I’m young, and I’m allowed to be fragile. I need to break down to get stronger. I have had things happen. I don’t want the world to stop turning because of it. I want to show you I am human, and not...