Tumblr from July 28, 4 PM - Answers to Some Questions

I drink because...

-I can get myself
to this place in
which I feel a
perverse sense of
happiness and a
sort of control.

-I like the way it
feels.It's like a
thinspo; If I'm on
an empty stomach
I can feel the alcohol
swirl and burn my
insides.

-I feel clean inside.

-It helps me to not
think of
anyone/thing.

I won't eat in front of you because...

-I feel (am) fat.

-I hate having this solid lump in my
body, like a caloric tumor.

-When I eat in front of people and
think of what I'm eating, I quickly
become nauseous.

-No one wants to see a fatty talk
with their mouth full.

My Tumblr Entry from July 14, six A.M

What has happened recently?
I found out
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That strange smell in my parents’ bedroom was pot

I say some nasty, kinky things about camp counselors while I’m drunk.

Bobby won’t grow up to be a rapist, as he has already tried to rape some girl at a party.

Life sucks.

An iPod playlist won’t fix everything.

No matter how hard I try, I will never comfortably fit into size 8 shoes.

Maddie will always be stupid and superficial when it comes to guys.

Guys are stupid and superficial.

Hearing about everyone’s relationship drama pisses me off occasioinally.

I hate to admit it, but I’m probably jealous.

Paddle brushes will always mess up your hair, no matter how hard you try.

“When [insert name here] does this I feel [insert feeling].”
“When [insert event here] happens I feel [insert feeling].”

I don’t want to “feel” anything that much anymore.