Today my therapist told me if I don't show any improvement in my eating by next week's appointment they'll start looking into treatment centers for me... WHAT THE FUCK! I'm not even fucking sick yet! My BMI is like 17.9. Fuck my life I'm a fucking fat ass. I used to be normally 16 when I was more underweight. I miss it so much.
I just don't understand why everyone else gets to stay home & get so sick while I can't! My fucking parents freak the fuck out when I relapse. What the hell? Get over yourselves! I'm not going to DIE. Christ.
Fuck me, fuck my family & treatment team, & fuck my life. I just want to die sometimes, I wouldn't mind after all if my heart gave out.
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