Finally Coming To Terms With The Fact I Have Ptsd.

finally coming to terms with the fact i have ptsd.

and anxiety.

and an ED.

and i dissociate all the time.

im running on energy drinks and cowardice. everythings too hard. i want to give up.

i want to fucking give up.

I should be happy! i get gifts for holidays, im not homeless (yet), im reasonably skinny... why cant my brain give me happy chemicals.

my ed hasnt been eding im eating like a pig

can i die

please.

Pretty girls don't eat <3

I just wanna stop. Stop living. Stop breathing. And pls Stop thinking. I just need everything to stop.