(Source: whoneedsfeminism, via visualdysphoria)
Fast. Binge. Cut. Just another day in my life.
My tights hurt and burn so much… I just couldn’t stop cutting and cutting…
My mind is so loud, I can’t think properly, and I have an exam tomorrow… I’m done.
Last night, I cried my eyes out, as if the sorrow was going to crush me, as if I was going to die. I’m so exhausted of taking care about everyone, looking after everyone. I would like so much that someone take care of me like I take care about my family.
I just want to be someone else.
(via too-fat-for-food)
