Why do I still want to be thin? Have I not got it into my stupid head yet that it’s not what I’m supposed to be? I’m supposed to be healthy and live life to the full. I don’t want to starve to death, I want to live. I’m supposed to live.
next time a boy accuses me of being on my period bc i cry or get angry i’m gonna be like “no but i’d actually rather be on than be stood here talking to you and that says a whole fuckin lot matey”
constantly getting told you’re lazy and that you’re not trying hard enough when you’re trying your hardest is probably one of the most hurtful feelings ever
I think relationships in general are over romanticized like at the end of the day I’m pretty sure a good relationship is just two people who know how to hang out and talk to each other not whether or not they can right all your wrongs or paint a picture of a thousand suns with the breath from your lungs or some shit