I know when I’m not, i’ll be hoping i don’t drop to a place where I will rot like before,

I can feel, something happening
that I’ve never felt before
Hopeless dreaming will start,
Dragging me away from heavens door

i made it past 30 days once.

i can do it again.

5 days and counting.

i can do this. 

i can be free.

i need someone to tell me that what i’m doing is ok

don’t feel strong enough to tell myself that it is. i feel disgusting. 

it seemed to be easier in an active ED than it is forcing myself to recover.

must be something seriously wrong with me

that’s the only explanation i have.

anything but clothes

anything but clothes

30 days tomorrow

of no acting out with food.

i hate birthdays.

i try to pretend i love them, that i’m excited, try to convince myself.

dunno why.

birthdays bring me down.

they come with expectations to have an amazing time. and that rarely does end up happening.

live life here and now, tomorrow can wait

dance all through the night sleeping all day

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And finally (well, for today at least) ::

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And finally (well, for today at least) ::

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