*immediately gets notification for someone reblogging a Post*
me: woah someone found my Post to be epic and relatable and funny and cool immediately after I posted it? am I the best most popular person ever? is this a step towards accomplishing my dream of worldwide fame? are people finally paying me the attention I was born to receive and that ive deserved my whole life? is this it? im finally being recognized for my superior knowledge and ability ? im going to achieve everything ever? PEOPLE LOVE ME?????
Might just end it all tonight. Not like anyone would care, and Im so sorry but Im running out of the reasons to keep fighting this fucking war in my head.
I’m such a disappointment and hurt everybody’s feelings. I have to hurt myself. I can’t anymore. Please I just wanna be sick enough. I just want that feeling to go away, that everything I do is wrong. I always want something. I am too loud. I’m so sick of myself. PLEASE! I don’t want this okay. I Don’t want this.
What, yes of course you do. Shut the fuck up. All you have to do is just to reach your fucking goal weight. Your such a disappointment. Nobody loves you. Your too fat. Not sick enough. Nobody would thing you have an Ed. I mean of course, they are right. You don’t look skinny or sick. Hurt yourself
A single woman and a mystic work to alleviate their lonelinesses. A trace fate, trace cosmology romance movie where the who's ended up with matters less than the friendships earned and the lessons learned along the way. I should have liked this more then. While trying to be with it in subject matter, edge and filmmaking style, it has this deep unremarkability about it, like one of those also-ran movies SBS would have purchased and ran late at night.