my boyfriend says he likes how thin I’ve gotten, but when I tell him how ive passed out he tells me to eat. what the fuck do you want from me hunter. do you want me to be thin or do you want me to eat. I can’t fucking do both.
I use to be so proud of the size of my breasts, they use to be my favorite part of me, now I fucking hate they and can’t get over the big balls of fat sitting on my chest.
isolation. tired of being pushed away and hurt. isolating myself from everyone who has hurt me and who I believe will. scared my life will become the essence of loneliness