I don't restrict for other people. I do it because i want to be beautiful, thin and pretty for myself. I do appreciate you calling me beautiful or lovely, but that's...not going to -fix- me. I see in the mirror some fat slob who's the butt of every fat joke you tell, and someone nobody can take seriously because every step jiggles and thunders. I do eat. Otherwise I'd be dead. I just eat in small amounts most of the time, and occasionally binge like a monster. I hate and love talking about this stuff- I love it because i never get to, and hate it because it makes people worried and I feel like I'm a wannarexic and don't have an issue with eating. Nobody wants to hear me go on about how drop dead gorgeous some models are, or how chips are a waste of calories. They want to hear how i'm making progress...not wanting to be scary thin, or anything about my disorders...and that's ok! What isn't is how people insist they want to but i know they just don't. Because it's scary for them. Oof.

i relapsed. i sliced my chest until i ran out of room so i moved up towards my collarbones a little. we're shopping for dresses for my cousin's wedding, and my mom's making me try a million different dresses -- mostly strapless ones. she's going to see them, and i'm going to cry in the middle of the store. i know it's cliche -- boohoo, all teenagers are moody, grow up. i know. i know it's all in my head. but i have nothing. the only reason i didn't go through with my suicide is that i don't want my parents to be sad. i'm sorry.

i don't want to live anymore. i thought that i did, but i don't. it's just too much, life. it's too much to wake up everyday, go to work, and come home. it's too much to wake up everyday and do nothing. everything in life takes hard work, and i'm fucking tired of it. my family wants me to get a job and go to school. they should. i'm a lazy ass piece of shit. the thing is, i don't want to. i know i have to do something, that life has to continue on in some fashion, but it'd be so much easier if everything could just stop. i don't hate life enough to kill myself. i wish i did, if i'm honest. make things a lot easier for everyone in my life, including me. but no, i just want to poof out of existence. maybe one day i'll get the guts to carry through with it.

So, there’s this boy in my class that I started talking to you and I felt that he liked me and we just talked a lot and he was pretty fun and stuff. We used to play this game where we had to guess the song by the lyrics and he gave me “perfect” by Ed Sheeran and at that time I didn’t really understand why he gave me that song but later that day he confessed that he liked me and told me that he gave that song and some other songs as hints. We ended up confessing that we had a crush on each other and yea, that’s pretty much it =)) P.S. He didn’t ask me out yet but I hope he does =))

Ive been living a lie since I was 11; im actually 16 but have been lying about my age for years now that im 4 years older and its extremely dreadful and i want to get out of this. but, its so hard to do so and im so unsure because itll mean i have to start anew on everything again on the internet.

I've fallen in love with a 21 year old. But I'm 30. When we met they thought I was about 24. I often get told I look a lot younger than I am. We hit off so well. But when they found out my age they decided to cool things down. They don't want a relationship with that lage a gap. But they still call me almost daily. We talk for hours. I feel like we'd be perfect for each other. But its only one sided. I'm so far gone over them. It breaks my heart. I wish we could be together.

From 6th grade to 7th grade, I was sexually abused and molested by my stepfather (he is no longer my stepfather, however both my bio dad and my mom are also abusive) and about 2-3 times, my little sister who was not just molested but raped during this time as well, and I would attempt to -scissor- or touch each other not a lot just mostly looking and poking that was it basically. But then my brother who was like 3 at the time I showed him my vagina in front of his face, idk why, not for any sexual reason with him but I just did. We are no longer being sexually abused by our old stepfather, and haven't done that at all or hinted at it. I don't feel any sexual attraction to either of them. And I looked at things and they said most children who go thru sexually abused especially at a young age experiment with their siblings or have a confused idea on what's normal. Recently I have been feeling really guilty the nights I can't sleep and really wanna kms, so was it natural?? Or am I bad?

I have come to realize that i am a lesbian but i have a very conservative family and im afraid they will disown me they dont speak kindly of LGTBTQ+ community and im stuck living a life that i dont want to live, im stuck with a guy i dont love and im in love with a girl i cant be with.