Im sorry I need to whine about this, I hate to whine about this, I dont want to whine about this, but I need to whine about this. This is the only place where i can do it. You dont have to continue reading its just a waste of time. I dunno why I say it here, guess its nice if just one person would read it. I dunno why, sorry. Ok that was whining, but now im going to whine about what I need to whine about. Sorry Im probly so confusing.
I just really feel so fucking fat. I weigh less than a few months ago, but I feel a lot fatter than a few months ago. Its pathetic that something like this makes me wanna burst out in tears, I never cry. Its pathetic. I just wanted to eat some bread, already took a small bite went to the table and the moment when my fat butt touched the chair i felt fucking fat and threw the sandwhich away.
Sorry I need to say it again, Im fucking pathetic, Im just dumb to think I would feel better if i lost some weight, I dont think it will ever be enough for me, I will just feel worser and worser.
But I need to lose weight and I really need to stop throwing up, I need to eat normal, I need to stop binging, I need to stop fasting. Damn, I need a cigarette...
And its going better I dont throw up every day or more anymore or binge almost everyday. Its actually going better, I dont even gain weight with trying to eat like normal people. Which I was damn afraid off. But its never good enough, Im scared it will be never good enough. And it has always been a silent crazy dream of me, to eat nothing, but I dont want it to let it so far. I dont know what I fucking want. One day I binge, other day I puke, other day I fast, other day i eat normal.
I dont know which direction I want to go. One part of me says I need to lose weight, I need to fast, I need to throw up. Other part, my body, needs the food, so makes me binge or when I dont know what to do I binge. Other part says, I just need to eat normal, like others. But Im so fucking scared to get back where I was a year ago, weighing 50 pounds more. When I ate 'normal' and I dont want to stop I need to lose weight, bulimia made me lose weight. Argh fucking hell I dont know what I fucking want, what I need to do.
Therapist suggest me to go to this ED group, but that makes me wanna lose more weight, its not really big what I have, they cant treat me good, when I dont really have it good. If I dont look horrible skinny. She thinks the group will start in januari, fucking one month to lose that weight.
I dont want to feel like this, what I pick, its never the right thing in my eyes. I dont wanna be so desperate again to try to commit suicide. I dont wanna do that to my parents. I wish I never tried to commit suicide past februari, that brings me where I am now, in fucking therapy, just makes it all worser, now I have to make decisions, now I have to get a life, I have to think about others, now I have to hurt people.
I dont even know what I've just been typing and I shouldnt read back, because I will delete it all, but maybe its the best to delete it. Even this is a hard discussion in my head, to post or not to post.
I will just start with a new subject...
Why does everyone always leave and other people say it its not because of me. Well what the fuck can it else be? All my friends from school, gone, all my friends from sf, gone, just all my friends gone. Ok not all, but Im sure he will leave me soon too. Why did you all argued with me? when I told I'm horrible, Im ugly, Im pathetic, you will leave me, you will hate me. You all left me, thats not the biggest problem, because I know that would happen. But I hate it you gave me hope and now you're all gone. You know its the hope that kills people. Everybody always leaves, I hate myself, I fucking hate myself. I dont blame you all for leaving.
Ok that was my whining, now Im just going to smoke a cig and cry and tomorrow there will be another day I can fuck up
I just really feel so fucking fat. I weigh less than a few months ago, but I feel a lot fatter than a few months ago. Its pathetic that something like this makes me wanna burst out in tears, I never cry. Its pathetic. I just wanted to eat some bread, already took a small bite went to the table and the moment when my fat butt touched the chair i felt fucking fat and threw the sandwhich away.
Sorry I need to say it again, Im fucking pathetic, Im just dumb to think I would feel better if i lost some weight, I dont think it will ever be enough for me, I will just feel worser and worser.
But I need to lose weight and I really need to stop throwing up, I need to eat normal, I need to stop binging, I need to stop fasting. Damn, I need a cigarette...
And its going better I dont throw up every day or more anymore or binge almost everyday. Its actually going better, I dont even gain weight with trying to eat like normal people. Which I was damn afraid off. But its never good enough, Im scared it will be never good enough. And it has always been a silent crazy dream of me, to eat nothing, but I dont want it to let it so far. I dont know what I fucking want. One day I binge, other day I puke, other day I fast, other day i eat normal.
I dont know which direction I want to go. One part of me says I need to lose weight, I need to fast, I need to throw up. Other part, my body, needs the food, so makes me binge or when I dont know what to do I binge. Other part says, I just need to eat normal, like others. But Im so fucking scared to get back where I was a year ago, weighing 50 pounds more. When I ate 'normal' and I dont want to stop I need to lose weight, bulimia made me lose weight. Argh fucking hell I dont know what I fucking want, what I need to do.
Therapist suggest me to go to this ED group, but that makes me wanna lose more weight, its not really big what I have, they cant treat me good, when I dont really have it good. If I dont look horrible skinny. She thinks the group will start in januari, fucking one month to lose that weight.
I dont want to feel like this, what I pick, its never the right thing in my eyes. I dont wanna be so desperate again to try to commit suicide. I dont wanna do that to my parents. I wish I never tried to commit suicide past februari, that brings me where I am now, in fucking therapy, just makes it all worser, now I have to make decisions, now I have to get a life, I have to think about others, now I have to hurt people.
I dont even know what I've just been typing and I shouldnt read back, because I will delete it all, but maybe its the best to delete it. Even this is a hard discussion in my head, to post or not to post.
I will just start with a new subject...
Why does everyone always leave and other people say it its not because of me. Well what the fuck can it else be? All my friends from school, gone, all my friends from sf, gone, just all my friends gone. Ok not all, but Im sure he will leave me soon too. Why did you all argued with me? when I told I'm horrible, Im ugly, Im pathetic, you will leave me, you will hate me. You all left me, thats not the biggest problem, because I know that would happen. But I hate it you gave me hope and now you're all gone. You know its the hope that kills people. Everybody always leaves, I hate myself, I fucking hate myself. I dont blame you all for leaving.
Ok that was my whining, now Im just going to smoke a cig and cry and tomorrow there will be another day I can fuck up