I want to be this.

I want to be this.

(Source: , via skinnyturtle-deactivated2011061)

I fucking hate my life. I don’t see the point in living, there is no point. You live, you feel pain, you feel fat, you feel ugly, you get hurt by people you love, you die. What is the point? I have no money, I’m not attractive and I’m fat. I have no purpose being alive. Life is shit. Being FUGLY is shit, and being unloved is shit. I QUIT.

Food stresses me out way more than it should.

(via ghostnun)

I love my best friend to bits, but I wish she would stop being so judgey and stalkery and asking me for a report of what I’ve eaten. It doesn’t help that she’s as thin as a twig.

someone help me!

i keep trying to do crunches, but they end up like sit ups.

 please help me someone?

stop unfollowing me, it’s hurting my heart :(

So, i’ve been fucking up all week now, and today is my last fat day, and tomorrow it’s raw foods and running.