It Cant Get Worse. Right? *gets Worse*

It can’t get worse. Right? *gets worse*

reasons to keep restricting

to gain and keep control

to prove everyone wrong

for the visible collarbones

visible ribs

tiny wrists

to see the bruising

to be petite

to float when you walk

to be the thinnest one in the room

to have a clear view on priorities

to gain a routine

to be able to get picked up by him

to be able to sit on his lap

to be fragile like a flower

for the clothes

to have control over something

to have control over something

to have control over something

to have control over something

to be the thinnest

to be the thinnest

to be the thinnest

to be the thinnest

to hit and keep hitting your goals

to prove yourself wrong

to be the prettiest

to become perfect

You win. I give up

Will I ever be enough for you?

I'm sorry, I know I'm not good.

I know that, really, I do.

But please, just give me more time.

Please?

I can do better, just stay a little longer.

I promise I'll be better for you.

I'm sorry, please forgive me for being like this...

i’m so exhausted and drained. it’s almost as if the disability is disabling.

rejection sensitivity is so fucking lame. like boo hoo look at me i felt mildly ignored for 30 seconds and already started planning my own funeral liKE BITCH CHILL it was never that serious