In Truth

Hey all. I've created this particular blog to rant, vent, confess, ect, in all-out honesty. I guess it's sort of a self-therapy tool, and a place to post things that I feel uncomfortable posting on my personal blog. So here you go. In truth.

DISCLAIMER: I in no way shape or form encourage eating disorders or thinspo. Eating disorders consume your mind and destroy your body. You do NOT want an eating disorder. Believe me.

i also had a panic attack

partially cuz i had already been freaking out all day and was really tense and anxious and not in the best mood (way too much coffee, pms, whatever)

because i had already reached the very tip earlier that day, i felt one coming on, i sucked it in, breathed, ignored it, waited for the feeling to pass. the rest of the day was like a dream, an acid trip. a weak one, but one the same. i felt like i was on stimms but it was only coffee. i felt like i was on drugs, i felt myself detaching from reality

and then i thought someone had stolen my journal, which is very important to me

i was shattered because my trust was broken, i was hurt

i didn’t see how the people on this trip, who i really like and thought were my friends, would do that, what could i have possibly done to get that sort of reaction, how could they hate me when i just wanted to be friends, when i desperately wanted everyone to like me?

then i found it. in my bag.

way to jump to conclusions, huh?

I’m fucking stupid.

(Source: intruth)

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