I have a friend lets call her N and she has a brother lets call him V.
Well I’ve liked V for almost 2 months now and I’ve never talked to him just walk next to him with our friends. I wrote him a note on the last week of school saying that I didn’t like him I just thought he was cute and I know he would never like me because I’m fat and have bad acne. That day his sister gave him a picture of me last year when I weight about 95-100 lbs and V said that if I looked like that he would go out with me. N told me and I felt like crying. When we were walking home on the last day of school their other brother A asked me ‘you used to be skinny?’ I was like yeah. A asked again ‘what happened?’ I said ’ well I never ate and my doctor found out so she made me take some medicine that made me eat a shit load.’ I said it loud enough so V could hear me and feel bad but he didn’t .
Well I’m kinda happy I gained weight because it made me have a big butt and made my breast grow to a size 34D. When I was skinny my breast were 34B. But I need to lose 50 fuckin lbs bye August, because I wants to look different for next year. I need help please help me lose weight.
This summer, my cousin and I decided that were going to write down everyone’s URLS that reblog this, attach them each to a separate balloons and release them into my hometown
So reblog this if you want your URL somewhere in my city
Nobody knows me or my story I mean nobody knows I’m bulimic and all because this dumb bitch and her whore of a sister; Yaritza and Jazmin Hernandez. Nobody knows I used to cut because I had the roughest life. My mom drug addict, dad alcoholic. Nobody knows what I went through when I was younger nobody knows we didn’t have food to eat, clothes to wear, or a mom and dad who didn’t give a shit about there kids. Everybody only sees what they think. They don’t know it’s there fault I started cutting again or that I starve my self. Well now because of you my life is FUCKED!
I HATE when I can’t throw up because my fucking family is home
Sleeping. Its a nice escape. You don’t think but you dream. Most of the time theyre nice. You dont feel anything. You get to avoid those cravings to eat or the impulses to cut. You’re calm, peaceful, and practically lifeless. Its a nice escape. Sleeping.