Hannah. 23. USA.
I self harm and suffer from depression as well as a few other things. I'm a rather quiet and introverted person, don't take it personally.
Well never again, well never again, they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all DEAD now.
*TRIGGER WARNING*
You’re Eleanor Shellstrop from Phoenix, Arizona. Your favorite meal is shrimp scampi. You listed your emergency contact as Britney Spears as a long-shot way of meeting her and your favorite movie is that clip of John Travolta saying “Adele Dazeem.” You flew halfway around the world because you wanted to be a better person and it was very brave. You’re sharp and you’re strong. You make fun of me a lot. You once called me a human snooze button. But you also showed up in my classroom when I was drowning in canned chili and you basically saved my life. You have very high self-esteem and a very low tolerance for men who wear sandals and your worst nightmare is someone saying something nice about you to your face, but too bad because I need to say it because you deserve it.
Bulbasaur: *squeaks*
me, sobbing: fucking superb, you funky little cabbage
DO YOU EVER JUST WANNA SCREAM SO LOUD WHEN YOU TRY TO THINK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE
Fuckkkk
I’ve lost over 50 pounds since I started this 4 months ago. I was 218 and now I’m 164. I’ve still got a ways to go but I’m already starting to fit into clothes I haven’t worn in years. I’m at the lowest weight I’ve ever been while living in Colorado so that’s a plus. I didn’t think this shot was possible ahhhhh
I’m fuller faster with much less food and I’ve grown accustomed (unfortunately) to always feeling dizzy when I stand up. My boyfriend is concerned, My parents’ friends have expressed concern for how much I’ve lost and how quickly and I honestly secretly smile about it. I wanna lose like 40 more pounds. Maybe then I’ll be happy…
I’m just angry about my thighs and my boobs. My thighs are still sooooo fatty and I hate them. I’m hoping they’ll slim down and tone up from exercise… hope my boobs get smaller still too. My favorite MCR jacket (the varsity hoodie they sold like 6 years ago) that’s a size small and it’s tight but I can button all the buttons except the one around my chest 😫 I want to die. I lived in this jacket and it was sooooo comfy…
So last week I kept my calories so low I never went over 400 a day. I was disappointed I only lost 2 pounds. Weeks prior I had been losing 3-4 per week. I’m still in the 180’s and I’m very very upset about it. I’m 5’8 and everything I’ve been reading says I’ll be considered obese until I drop to the 170’s. I want that so bad. 173 was the lowest I ever was since I moved here 3 years ago. 130 is my end goal.
This week I told myself I’d try upping my daily intake to 600 calories and I can’t manage to do it. I only get hungry at dinner time and my meals are always 300-350… yesterday I made it to 500 only because I had some crackers and a wedge of Brie cheese. I literally can’t make up the missing calories without snacks and it’s killing me… how the fuck did I get here? I’ve almost lost 40 pounds and I’m fucking it up…
