i can’t do anything right, can i, mom?
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
i can’t do anything right, can i, mom?
yes I am a loser and my eating disorder reared its ugly head and prompted a crying fit about how my legs look 4x as big as they did three months ago and now I am hiding in my boyfriend’s closet playing games on my iPhone even though the plan had been to go grocery shopping and make dinner for David when he gets home
Maybe I can still do that…uugh
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untitled by terrygraham123 on Flickr.
I’m really lonely. I think I need to go outside but I’m overwhelmed. And I’m terrified that if I have a crappy first day home, or a crappy first week, I’m going to ruin my whole year.
this except starting at, oh, 3:30 pm. I’m at the 3 am stage now.
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