I feel desperate for someone to rescue me, I am tired of trying to keep myself safe, I am tired of being responsible for myself. I want to hand myself over to someone and say 'fix me or let me die'.
Hey at least one thing is going well, I have reached a BMI of 16.8, joy. Normally I would be so chuffed with this, I have worked hard to get my BMI low, but I actually can't be assed to be joyous about it.
About Me
- I love Bob Betty
- Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder,Depression and Anorexia,I am described as a 'chronic' self harmer.My pets are my life,why don't you get to know us :)
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