Being evaluated to be put on meds tomorrow morning. I also pissed my therapist off today.

(Source: blazeberg, via twylarose)

I can’t keep a journal on here anymore and I’m too paranoid to keep up with my hard copy journal because someone could easily find it and I can’t keep filling up my phone with these thoughts because again, I’m too paranoid that someone will find it. I like being able to write things down but too damn paranoid.

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 

(Source: delusion-s, via death-consciousness)

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)

Hey, Eugene. Look at this. Cute, right?

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