Ill buy all of the necessary supplies once I’m back home and I’ve had a chance to see my family. I’ll post hazard signs in and around my vehicle. I’ll be in a remote place so nobody will be harmed.
I’ll be dead before the year is up. I cannot fail at this.
My mother’s in the hospital again. All I keep thinking is “if she dies before me I won’t feel so bad about leaving this earth.” I just want to see her one last time. But maybe I don’t deserve that.
It’s weird knowing you’re going to die soon. I’m not scared, I don’t feel anything.
I don’t know why I post here.
I don’t see myself living past september of this year. I’ll have a chance to see my family one last time this summer. Say goodbye. Apologize for everything.
And not just weight. My mind. I’m having a hard time controlling the things I say, think, and do. I’m so cold to the people around me. The only hope I have now is the possibility of happiness once I’ve reached perfection.
Going to cut because I’m too much of a coward to end my life. I wish I could just starve myself to death…
Impending family dinner. I can barley hold back the tears. It’s just food. They’re going to talk about it. I want to die. They’re going to judge me. I eat to much. I eat too little. I want to kill myself.
I wasn’t going to work out this morning but then I got on tumblr and saw all of your post about how you already worked out and it inspired me haha. Also, Easter is coming up. And I’m planning the binge of all binges on that day. I’ve never been so excited to eat. Sad.
