two bowls of pasta and a cookie later..

I am so done with trying to get better. I am so done with trying all together. I hate that everyone is fussing and getting involved and texting me and messaging me. I don’t appreciate it. My life would be so much easier if no one knew about my mental illness.

Tonight I purposely pushed my boyfriend to get wound up with me so that I would get wound up just so that I would make shit loads of food and stuff it down my throat just so I could purge, take 10 laxatives and then cover my right thigh in knife cuts.

I feel like utter shit and don’t even care.

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