The difference is that I’m not upset because i HAVE fat on my body, I’m upset because I’m actually really overweight…
Carving “fuck up” into my leg twice didn’t make any of the original pain go away like it usually does….
Today I realized that my razor is the only thing I have left in my life, and that made me hate myself so much more.
I was doing really well, but I can’t keep being a whale. Tomorrow, restricting begins again. Hopefully I can do it this time.
I just don’t see why no one understands why I am the way I am. I don’t see why no one understands that I don’t WANT to eat. I don’t see why no one understands that I NEED to burn. It just doesn’t make sense to me.
