I was always the skinny kid, always the one who took her bony angles for granted, who never thought twice about what size meant, to herself or anyone. Suddenly I notice whether I’m the thinnest girl in the room, and if not, it bothers me. I want to go back to not caring. I want to go back to feeling tiny. I want to stop eating.

5) what the fuck? you call me overweight, when I’ve been bringing less and less food to lunch for months. thanks again, ‘friend’.

4) You ruined my life. You started the landslide that buried my alive and stripped me of my friends, my family, everything I loved. You made me feel so fucking inadequate every day and you KNEW it. You knew how much I liked you, you knew that if you just said hi to me in the hallway it would make my day but CLEARLY that was just too much effort for you. So eventually I became like you: unfeeling. The only thing I can feel now is anger at the things you told me, because they ripped me apart.

3) What is there to say other than this whole thing completely destroyed me? How did you think I’d react? Like it was no big deal? Like I’d get over it and be able to trust you again? You cheated on me with my best friend. And both of you lied about it for months. I suspected nothing. Days after it happened, you were probably kissing me. Kissing me with those lips that kissed her. More than once. And the thing that hurts most is not the moment when I found out, when I was screaming that you would be responsible if I killed myself that night. What hurts the most is that I can’t leave you. And I can tell you want to leave me, but you won’t. Yet. It’s only a matter of time. This is beyond fucked up.

2) I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. Just seeing your face makes me angry. You hurt me so much, more than words could ever express. You said we’d be friends forever. You said we’d grow up and always be there for one another, but I guess that was all just meaningless bullshit. Obviously you couldn’t be bothered to stick around and try to make our friendship work. Some best friend you were.

1) I can’t do anything right. No matter how hard I try, I’m just never good enough. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m a complete failure and I have no one to blame but myself. I complain and complain, and always fail. This is getting me no where.

speltwithak asked: you'll hear from me tooooo! bet you!

great! i hope people start submitting. i would write something myself but fortunately i’ve been in a pretty good mood since starting this blog … :)

littlehips asked: Just to say I love that you made this tumblr <3 I'm sure you'll hear from me soon xD

thank you! i hope people like it. i don’t know if it’s something a lot of people would be interested in but i thought i’d give it a shot :’) xx