i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again
Making excuses to get out of hanging with my friends because I cannot eat. Fuck. Losing friends. They never liked me much anyways..
boys= nasty and dress bad
me= somehow still likes boys and is disappointed in myself and thinks i should do better
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them