The problem with a history of depression and anxiety is that you can never know if you’re “just having one of those weeks” or if you’re sliding back down into those places you swore you’d never go again.
me: *talks* wait am i annoying
me: *doesnt talk* wait am i boring
“Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”— (via bl-ossomed)
i wanna talk about it but i really dont wanna talk about it
i am stupid but smart at the same time in the same way dogs are very good learners but will still eat grass ravenously until they get sick and will run into glass doors
I joke about being mean and evil but then people are Actually just genuinely shitty and I’m like. Doesn’t it make you feel bad when you act like that
Just want everyone to know when I say ‘evil’ I really just mean “villainous and campy like a cartoon antagonist”
in theory i have hobbies in practice i have an eating disorder and a tumblr account
i’m going to lose so much weight just watch me bitches
*gains weight*
maybe10kcal-deactivated20220107:
me: *steps on scale*
*same number as yesterday pops up*











