I stayed at my Aunts & Uncles this weekend because I knew that if I stayed at home I wouldn’t have eaten anything. I don’t want this to get worse but everytime I force something into myself, I just want to pick up a blade and carve my skin again. It’s messed up, I know.

I don’t eat, I’ll get sick.

I eat, I want to cut.

I was trying really, really hard to stop this before it got worse, I ate every day, put on a few kilo’s… Even after my Dad said “you’re STILL eating!?..” I was remotely okay. Why did you let your sister say that?

Fuck you.