all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness."
— (via sensitizes)
All I really find myself doing these days is crying into my pillow trying to figure out where I went wrong
People keep telling me how skinny I look and how much weight I’ve lost but how can that even be when I’ve put fuck loads of weight on?! So confused man
Does sitting on the shower floor crying class as a hobby?
I don’t know if I’ve just had a bad few weeks or if it’s all going back downhill again
I find it really funny how my mother genuinely calls my medication my ‘happy pills’
I find it so hard to grasp the fact that not everyone’s intentions are to fuck me over
Legitimately cried with happiness when I looked at the scales this morning
I’m actually so proud of myself. Managed to get to sleep for three days in a row without the TV on in the background.