Tonight im going to…err…idk. I should get down from here im feeling woozy. Ill crawl back down to my apartment and curl up in my bed. I feel definitely like im going to go so bed is the best option.
First aid kit and tissues are stocked up so im good. God i can barely move this sucks. I should try and type while walking.
I hate that i can only sleep when im out cold. I know my nights going to be filled with nightmares tonight. Not looking forwards to being alone. I wish i had my cat. Probably going to let Scaramouche in tonight, i need something living in here wih me. Even if a crows probably not the most thought assuring thing to be in here. I need a distraction from 300s ramblings.
I need someone to hold me, and rub my back and let me fall asleep in their arms and tell me everythings okay.
by Ash L. Bennett
I don’t remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.I don’t remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on…
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
(Source: 500daysofbitchiness)
The anorexic’s cupboards are never empty.
- Meticulously stacked 6 inch plates and 1 cup bowls
- Wine glasses that have never held wine
- Overused coffee mugs and tea cups
- Chili powder, cayenne pepper, black pepper, white
- Cinnamon, cloves, and zero calorie sweetener
- White, cider, and balsamic…