I’ll do good. I’ll do good. I’ll do good.

My dreams are going to come true today. I just know it.

How are you all? I go on and on about how much I hate my life and hate myself, but how are you? How are YOU doing?

My family keeps bringing up last night and I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. I’m sorry I’m so mentally unstable. Shut the fuck up. 

Tumblr is taking a stand against pro-ana, pro-mia, and pro-self harm blogs

You will soon not be able to post such things on tumblr. 

I am kind of happy about this. As you all know, this is kind of like a diary for me. If you haven’t read my disclaimer yet you should. Click here.

I would never ever endorse an eating disorder and even though my blog has lots of pictures of skinny girls and cut up skin - that doesn’t mean I am pro-anything.

Wishing such pain on anyone is beyond me. I would never ever give someone “dieting tips” on tumblr. If you go through my blog you won’t see that

Just thought I’d warn you all about the new policy on tumblr.

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My dad is making burgers and french fries. they smell so good. Someone save me.

Whats the point of living when I’m already dead. People are “there” for me. I don’t want your help. I want to die. I want to just rot in the ground. I’m so tired of this life. I’m so fucked up. I want help and at the same time I don’t. I’m just UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. fuck living. fuck eating. fuck sleeping. just fuck. i dont deserve to live.

My mom came in asking for my razors so I wouldn’t cut myself. I told her no. 

If she only knew right before she came in a hid my bloody towel and razors so she wouldn’t see them.

Ignorant.