I whisper “what the fuck” to myself 50 times a day
I whisper “what the fuck” to myself 50 times a day
-I look in the mirror
-I binge
-I try to fast but fail
-I avoid going out w/ friends bc of my insecurities
-I’m depressed
-I dont see any progress on my wight loss
-Every fucking day of my life
The only bad habit Iβve successfully given up on is myself
I wanted to scream, I wanted to burst in tears, I wanted to get drunk and kill myselfβ¦. But all I could do was stare at the wall in silence.
how am I supposed to love you when I canβt even love myself?
Heβs more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Ich hab vergessen, wer ich sein will, und vergessen,
wer ich bin.