Whenever I see something or read something really beautifully emotional, I want to cut myself. For example, I just watched a fucking Queer as Folk/Brian/Justin fanvid made to an Adam Lambert song. My eyes teared and I wanted to cut myself so bad I started grabbing around for anything that would puncture. Actually, a tear even rolled down my cheek…and while I was still in shock over an actual productive tear, I was able to stop myself. Are my coping skills THAT fucked? Yes. Yes, yes they are. -_-
Bulimia & Multiple Sclerosis & Depression. The holy trinity of a sick girl. Trying to make it through these diseases and come out on the other side more whole. Eating disordered for more years than not; addicted to beauty, male models, true crime, the unusual, my husband, color, pills, The Golden Girls, QaF, 80's new wave & progressive trance music, and binging/purging - and most of all, hiding what I really am from everyone. All we have is each other now, darling ~ let me help you ~ you've already helped save me.
Days B/P Free:0
Longest Purge-Free Day Streak:9 proud days ending 11.20.11 (since 11.09.10)
Days B/P Free:0
Longest Purge-Free Day Streak:9 proud days ending 11.20.11 (since 11.09.10)
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