just read this one.....kinda scarey:
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Sunday, May 1st, 2005[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]12:31 am - Crawling back.... [/FONT][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Almost two years down the line and here I am again. For want of somebody to talk to, for somebody... anybody... to feel my pain. I am fucking pathetic and I know it.
I used to reel of my problems, every doctor's diagnosis, as though it were a medal. I guess you could say I was a trophy whore. My trophies were a number of disorders... self-harm, eating disorders, panic etc. They used to be all I existed for. I lived and breathed them. And much as I realise how self-centred I was two years ago... I wish to fucking God that I was her again. I wish to God I was that same trophy whore.
But... God has forgotten me and I must make my own desity... through a series of resolutions.
Resolution 1
I will be thin. I will be light as snow and pure as air. I am a beautiful person on the inside, there is no reason (apart from lazy self-indulgence) why I shouldn't be on the outside. I have put on weight over the past years and I vow to lose it again. I will do this by humiliating myself on here, by telling you all my current weight and by listing off what I have eaten each day until I get a grip of myself and show some self-control. I am disgusting and I want to change that.
Resolution 2
I will be perfect. I will smile and nod at the right times and stand up and be strong whenever it is required of me. I will have everybody wanting to be me, not having a lcue about what goes on inside. I will stop clutching at my neck, remembering the bruises from trying to hang myself every time some little things go wrong. Instead, i will take it out on my body through starving which will make me, eventually, happy.
Resolution 3
I will stop relying on other people. I will overcome the urge to scream and shout and tell them how I really feel. I will stop wanting altogether. I will be a pillar of strength for others and never ask for anything myself. I am alone and that is the way things should be.
So there they are, my resolutions typed. And here I am, my fat ass at a computer while I think about food. I just weighed myself. 144 lbs. All time high is 156 and my lowest weight has been 105lbs. For now, I strive for 140. and then 135. and then 130. I will go down in fives until I vanish from this earth. Until I am a shadow of my former self. I will give myself my old determination and do something other than eat, study and sleep. This is not good enough. Never good enough. Never.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Sunday, May 1st, 2005[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]12:31 am - Crawling back.... [/FONT][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Almost two years down the line and here I am again. For want of somebody to talk to, for somebody... anybody... to feel my pain. I am fucking pathetic and I know it.
I used to reel of my problems, every doctor's diagnosis, as though it were a medal. I guess you could say I was a trophy whore. My trophies were a number of disorders... self-harm, eating disorders, panic etc. They used to be all I existed for. I lived and breathed them. And much as I realise how self-centred I was two years ago... I wish to fucking God that I was her again. I wish to God I was that same trophy whore.
But... God has forgotten me and I must make my own desity... through a series of resolutions.
Resolution 1
I will be thin. I will be light as snow and pure as air. I am a beautiful person on the inside, there is no reason (apart from lazy self-indulgence) why I shouldn't be on the outside. I have put on weight over the past years and I vow to lose it again. I will do this by humiliating myself on here, by telling you all my current weight and by listing off what I have eaten each day until I get a grip of myself and show some self-control. I am disgusting and I want to change that.
Resolution 2
I will be perfect. I will smile and nod at the right times and stand up and be strong whenever it is required of me. I will have everybody wanting to be me, not having a lcue about what goes on inside. I will stop clutching at my neck, remembering the bruises from trying to hang myself every time some little things go wrong. Instead, i will take it out on my body through starving which will make me, eventually, happy.
Resolution 3
I will stop relying on other people. I will overcome the urge to scream and shout and tell them how I really feel. I will stop wanting altogether. I will be a pillar of strength for others and never ask for anything myself. I am alone and that is the way things should be.
So there they are, my resolutions typed. And here I am, my fat ass at a computer while I think about food. I just weighed myself. 144 lbs. All time high is 156 and my lowest weight has been 105lbs. For now, I strive for 140. and then 135. and then 130. I will go down in fives until I vanish from this earth. Until I am a shadow of my former self. I will give myself my old determination and do something other than eat, study and sleep. This is not good enough. Never good enough. Never.[/FONT]
