Trigger Warning! Disclaimer: I am NOT pro ana/mia, I do NOT promote eating disorders, suicide, or self harm in anyway. These are diseases/illnesses and should NOT be glamorized
This is the summer before my senior year, I planned to be having fun and getting drunk with all my friends instead I sit here and sleep and read by myself doing everything I can to avoid calories. Wooop. My life is cool. :’(
I feel like I’m dying. Cause I can’t talk to my boyfriend. Cause my phone is so dumb. And I really need him right now.
