I will be skinny again. The pain of looking into the mirror hurts more than starving. I hate myself so much, I can't eat more than 100 calories a day, but I still hate myself afterwards. I do sports for at least 1½ hours. Pound by pound I go down. Feet together, thighs apart, is what I say, feel the bones. Soon this will be reality again.
you fucking disgust me. i hate you with all my guts. i’m so absolutely ashamed that i have to call you my brother. people say deep down i love my brother. but honestly, i don’t. you’re so disrespectful to me and my parents. you physically and mentally abuse me and my crippled mother. you’ve pushed her onto the concrete before when she is fragile and never apologized. you don’t wake up and go to school, you sleep all day and scream at your friends on the computer all night. the police have came to the house for you, at 4 a.m., yet you still refuse to attend school. even your presence just makes me annoyed out of my mind.
this is your future you’re letting go down the drain. good luck with your shit life.