If I'm happy i don't wanna take my meds because "i feel normal again", if I'm sad I don't wanna take them because "what's the point". Then i get even crazier and think "I'm not ill, why should i!!!!"
You know its bad when the first thing you notice about anyone is how thin their legs are and if they have noticeable collarbones or not. Then compare yourself to them all the time and fall down a deep pit of self-hate
me: *tell my mum i am full*
My ed:
My mum: *leaves the room*
Me: ooo emPANADAS *eats 3*
My brain: thank you
My ed:
Based on a true story
(4:36pm)
Whatever, i'm gonna eat Pollo en crema someone tell me when the world explodes as I said
I miss my dad (my grandpa) the man who calls himself my dad will never take his place
«Lo mejor nunca se sube»
And it's a picture of me at the hospital eating, while i had a psychotic episode
Uh, ok
Hi, my self-steem hasn't changed since i left tumblr, maybe is worse now.
Yesterday was a bad day for my sel-steem.
(Day 28??: april 11)
She's probably right, there's something wrong with me. But I'm not sure what it is exactly. What i know is that I'm slowly liking her more and more than i expected to. And i love that. But I'm scared of getting hurt again by somebody, sobre todo because I'm giving her the keys to where my heart is.
My baby... My poor baby :(
fast forward, now on: antipsychotics and antidepressants. hi, i use this account as a personal diary, please don't take me seriously, nor try this at home. A D U L T !! super lesbian and in recovery. sincerely yours, Anne.
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