Febbraio 2012
There are only two ways you can escape an eating...
very-thin:
You recover
You die
Wrong. You don’t escape anything when you die. When you do, the eating disorder wins. That’s it.
“Fuck this gay earth.”
– Sylvia Plath (via vintague)
I'm sick of it.
Sick of binging, starving, feeling like shit.
I went to the university today, to see how next year will be. I missed the conference because I was late, but I talked to one of the teacher, and it made me feel like I’ll finally do what I really love next year. I also find a real idea of what I could do later, which is relieving.
And although living alone makes it even harder, I’ll eat...