Had a panic attack on the deck of the cruise ship and another in the middle of a shack in Mexico.
A. Shack. In. Mexico.
A SHACK
IN MEXICO
I never realize how much I miss cardio until I finally start up again and end the work out on the floor feeling how fast my heart is beating.
It feels so great. I need to remember this feeling for the next time I am feeling like a failure.
Patty thinking I throw up makes me want to more.
my mom found out that I chew and spit and now thinks that I also am bulimic. So when my tooth clips (as it did tonight) she blames it all on me because I “won’t stop hurting myself”.
Fantastic.
(Source: bulimiserable, via death-consciousness)