(via labyrintho)
It REALLY hurts!! every day again!…
the scale and the mirror are the most evil enemies!!
wanna be like this dragon fly…. or like a fairy… or just like her…
I am falling into the rabbit hole at such a velocity, I would stop myself but I like it too much, I just want to have fun, I feel indestructible. Friday friday friday. Going to get so fucked up, going to have some nice conversations I hope, going to feel great. FUUCK I miss you, why did you come into my work last night? Now my head is spinning so fucking fast. I need to kill these thoughts, you’re gone you’re out of the picture I can’t count on you coming back and I’m not. I’m just going to self destruct for a while. Feel something other than this constant pressure on my chest. No worries. I’m going to have some good old fashioned fun with it.
I don’t know if the medications are working anymore. I feel like the cycling of my moods is getting worse, but I’ve grown more apt to hide it. It’s become easier to hide. I just want to get fucked up all the time, as much as possible.
