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2237) I hate myself.

(Source: confessionsabouteds)

Ihr geht über die Straße. Kein Blick nach rechts, kein Blick nach links, der Blick hält den Boden fest. Der Gedanke im Kopf: “Wenn jetzt ein Auto kommt und mich erwischt, wäre es mir völlig egal”, überwiegt die Melodie des Lieblingsliedes.

(Source: xincurable, via burnshitfxckschool)

1391) It doesn’t make you pretty. It doesn’t make you beautiful. It may possibly make you thin, but it only makes you uglier. Your eyes get bruised. You look tired. Your skin turns yellow. Your hair gets brittle. You lose it. Your lips get chapped. Your skin dries up. It may even get covered in cuts. You’ll stop working. You’ll bruise. You’ll hurt. You’ll die.

(Source: confessionsabouteds)

1514) I can’t take a compliment seriously. I’m at my heaviest weight ever now, and when someone tells me they find me pretty, hot, or that they fancy me, I can’t help but just laugh it off. How could you find me remotely attractive? I can’t even stand looking in the mirror.

(Source: confessionsabouteds)

1519) I love eating. And that is worst thing to actually battle against.

(Source: confessionsabouteds)

1453) There’s no such thing like goal weight. You’ll never be satisfied with the number on the scale.

(Source: confessionsabouteds)

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