<anorexia posting>
i want to starve so badly. going to bed hungry every night felt so good. it was an accomplishment. something i could do right. i loved being able to see my ribs. my collarbone. i want to see my hip bones too. i want to waste away until theres little more than skin and bone left. i would be pretty then. my body would be pretty.
That hits close to home. The idea of starving myself again sounds so nice. The rush of not eating for four days felt so amazing. But I must not go back. It’s bad.