ill-be-your-teddy-bear:

Yes I know I said I am writing a paper on eating disorders and I am. But I am doing a seperate essay on self harm and I need your help. While I self harm myself I am looking for other people’s takes on it. Haters and self-harmers alike. Please give me your opinions, how is makes you feel. i promise this will stay completely confidential this is just so that I have other points of view on the matter.

welcomme-to-my-thoughts:

welcome-to-my-thoughts

Why? Why’d you leave? Was I not good enough for you? What did I do to lose you completely? It’s not fair that I have all this pain and anger built up inside me because of you. It’s not fair to me that we haven’t spoken in over a year. It’s not okay what you’ve done to me. You’ve given me cuts that can never be healed because they aren’t cuts for anyone to see. There cuts inside of me, there cuts that you made when you decided to leave. Lose cuts inside of me, made me do these horrible things to myself. Those cuts made me push people away that cared about me. Those cuts taught me to never get close to another guy again, because you’ve taught me all they do is walk out in the end….thats all they do to me Dad; why? Why did I lose the one man in my life that I’m suppose to look up too? Why did I lose the one man in my life that’s suppose to be there for my first heart break? You weren’t there tho, you never have been. And I can’t tell anymore if I’m sad over some guy who left me like you did or if I’m just so fucking broken from you leaving me still? You’re still alive, I don’t understand how hard it is for you to pick up the phone every once in a while and give me a call. I didn’t know it was so hard to see me..I forgot your new girlfriend and her kids are more important than your own flesh and blood….I just wanted to be daddys little girl, I just wanted you to be at my graduation to say “Look at my girl, I’m so proud of her” and I never got that when i graduated 8th grade…I know its 8th grade but that still would have meant a lot to me, you don’t understand how much your words and actions have done to me Dad. And you’ll never care…you never will, so now I have to give up on ever trying to be in your life again. I don’t want to feel this pain anymore and I shouldn’t have to say this but this is me letting go of you Dad, this is me letting go of every daddy dance you missed with me, this is me letting go of every promise you’ve broken, this is me letting go of every time you never showed up to get me, this is me letting go of every birthday you never called to tell me happy birthday, this is me letting go of every single Holiday you never called me on, this is me letting go of everything you’ve done to me.. this is me becoming a strong girl and not letting the past destroy me….maybe in another lifetime we will talk again, but in this lifetime theres no more chances…so goodbye daddy….goodbye

ill-be-your-teddy-bear:

I am writting a paper on eating disorders, anything you tell me will remain completely annonymous and it be mentioned simply as how it affects people

My paper will include:

1. Anorexia
2. Bulimia
3. Binge Eating
4. Compulsive Overeating
5. Purging Disorder
6. Rumination
7. Diabulimia
8. Pica
9. Night Eating Syndrome
10. Orthorexia 

Please if you have any of these or a combination of the two, or if you know someone who has an eating disorder and have helped them through things please send me a message with how you feel or how they felt. Most importantly how having this ‘disorder’ affects you and your daily life.

I really appreciate any help you can give.

gamzees-butt:

realityismyillusion:

i-is this real life…

I don’t even know how to feel after that..

farewell reality

smile-when—it—hurts-the-most:

She walks into the bathroom, and quietly shuts the door.

Thoughts race through her mind,

Thoughts that make tears slowly roll down her cheeks.

To release, it what she needs.

To be in control of her pain for once,

Is what she needs.

She opens the drawer, to find the sharp metal.

For the blade is the pencil, and her wrist is the paper,

She’ll draw you a pretty picture,

Of what she really feels.

Carved into her, words such as

Fat,

Ugly,

Worthless,

Have long scarred over.

All is left are the long slices,

Each showing one battle lost.

She’ll draw you a picture, of what she doesn’t share,

She’ll tell you what she doesn’t tell anyone.

Just look at her wrists, her thighs, her legs.

You will see the feelings she hides from the world,

And everything in-between.

You will see her fake smile fade,

And her mascara starts to smudge.

The blood drops into the sink, as the blade

Slowly moves across her skin.

Once the blood vanishes, she wipes her tears,

Puts away her pencil, and hides her canvas.

Walking out, the fake smile is back on,

And you have missed the chance,

To watch her draw,

Her pretty little picture. 

the-underlying-truth:

I remember when I saw this for the first time…