I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.
yeah! you're beautiful now! and you could gain weight too and look gorgeous no matter what! You definitely shouldn't worry about a few pounds up or down, they are unrecognizable. It's just a head game we girls face on a scale that means nothing. :) healthy=happy :)
you right, you right. i get in my head sometimes and can be way too hard on myself. sometimes i just have to step back and see what’s really in front of me. thanks anon (: