Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
Sometimes, I still believe that I can fly. I am a pessimistic and sad person. I spend my days wearing forced smiles and fake laughs. I'm the girl who always has a joke for everyone else and is always able to make other people happy. I'm the girl who seems to have no problems at all. I'm the girl who's slowly killing herself. I live on coffee and self-hatred. users online
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Schizoid |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Schizotypal |||||||||||||||||| 74%
Antisocial |||||| 22%
Borderline |||||||||||||||||||| 86%
Histrionic |||||||||||| 42%
Narcissistic || 10%
Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 62%
Dependent |||||||||||||||| 66%
Obsessive-Compulsive |||||||||||||||||| 78%
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“Your eating is better and restored . You told me about all the fruits you liked.” 

This. I didn’t even want to go to my high school graduation . 

This. 
I didn’t even want to go to my high school graduation . 

(Source: beforeidi-e, via cant-be-erased)

betterthanmangoeven replied to your post: “Well, you look healthy, so you don’t have an…

This plays in my mind every day. Here for you xo

That was said to me.

“Well, you look healthy, so you don’t have an eating disorder.”

I want to die I want to die I want to fucking die.

FINALLY, I can link my Facebook account to my Tumblr account so all my friends and family can see what I do online all day!
No one, ever. 

(Source: scoldylox, via purgeahontas)

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lucy-vanpelt:

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My mom notices when my sister doesn’t eat for a few hours, but not when I don’t eat for two days. Oh. 

person: hey wanna hang out
thoughts: omfg how do i get myself out of this

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The topic of therapy today: my sex life, or lack thereof. Fucking great. I wanted to cry. It reinforced the fact that I’m ugly and fat and nobody has or ever will want me and I’ll die alone. 

I have around 10,000 mg of Sertraline. It taunts me every day.

Simple Plan: Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Do you ever feel out of place?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Do you ever wanna run away?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Do you lock yourself in your room with your radio on turn up so loud that no one hears you screaming?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Do you wanna be somebody else?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Are you desperate to find something more before your life is over?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Are you stuck insde a world that you hate?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Are you sick of everyone around with their big fake smiles and stupid lies while deep inside you're bleeding?
Me: Yes.
Simple Plan: Welcome To My Life.