On the other hand, to update my followers (I don’t know why as they don’t seem to give a flying fuck about me.)
I was at the hospital late last night because I was self harming and called a crisis line and they sent me to the hospital to talk to someone. But I left because it was super late and I hadn’t been seen and I had to get up for school early.
But now I don’t think I can make it through the day. I think I need to go to the mental health crisis centre.
A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. One day your smile will be real. There are so many people that would miss you, including me.
I’m dying inside. I can feel myself withering away. My organs are disappearing just like I wish I was. My heart is melting and my lungs are on fire. I don’t know how much longer I can do this…
Talk to me
You know what, no. I am so tired of seeing these posts from you and nobody says anything. Sweetie I know you, you’re one of the most attractive women I’ve ever met. And I know you will think I’m saying this just because I’m trying to make you feel better, but it’s the dead honest truth. I’ve thought that for a long time. I know I’m not the only one… We love YOU Sarah, everything that makes you you. I need you to remember that. And no matter what happens or if we ever talk again, I know I will always have that feeling. Someone will always be there for you, if you just look and reach out to us you could see that
Going through pictures of me XXlbs less and craving that thigh gap and the collar bones and the rib cage and to feel like I’m finally disappearing.