Confessions of the white girl.
Posted Oct 23, 2011 by anonymous | 857 views | 3 comments
I've been anorexic, bulimic, suicidal, and depressed for over a year. I'm only fifteen, but I'm scared my life will end soon. I just took a handful of diet pills several hours ago, and my chest hurts and I'm twitching. I'll never go to the hospital; everyone will see how broken I truly am. It's easier to pretend I'm perfect, then my death will be a beautiful tragedy, not something to be predicted. Holding on.
Commented Mar 2, 2012 by anonymous
'die already, do us all a favor' What an idiot! Life is not easy, but it's a whole lot harder if you think you have to be perfect at it. Give yourself a break, and learn to forgive yourself for being imperfect. Then learn to laugh at your own faults, the sooner you can accomplish this, the sooner, you can get on track to finding yourself. Make good choices, try to avoid doing things you may regret later. Be happy, it's actually a choice. And when you run across assholes like Mr. 'do us a favor' just be glad you're not him. You'll begin to realize that which makes someone so angry that they feel a need to write something like that, is their own self hate.
Commented Oct 24, 2011 by anonymous
At fifteen everything seems to be worst than what it really is. With time all the pain you've experienced will serve as a lesson and will only make you a stronger. But in order for you to move forward you need to stop being the victim.
Commented Oct 24, 2011 by anonymous
die already, do us all a favor