I’m having trouble getting rid of this Tumblr, and making another one. Is it part of me that wants to hang onto the past? Is it part of me that is hoping to keep the writing that I’ve done here? Or is it the eating disorder, telling me that I need to keep those struggles alive?
I’m home.
I don’t even know what to write, if I should write, or how I feel.
All I know is that I’m not the same person who left this blog.
Perhaps I should start a new one? New beginnings and all?
A thought to be pondered.
Anyway, I hope you’re all doing well<3
(new tattoo also!)
This made me cry.
The movements are so passionate; so fluid and beautiful.
I wish I could dance like this.
Slow dancing in a burning room.
We’re leaving for the hospital in 11 hours.
I can’t do this. What if I mess up? What if I can’t get better?
What if what if what if?
A whole month away from everything. Everyone.
Oh oh, I’m not ready.
My boyfriend’s is HELL! TRUE MAN. Oh yes.A JUBILANT SOB
HURRY UP! TRIM HEN.
LOVE SO LARGE AXE!
You got me addicted to Omegle.
What the hell.
lmfao
You have nothing to be afraid of. Except for your own fears.
Imagine who you’ll be when you come home.
Something glorious is about to happen.
How can you be so sure?
I just recieved my welcome packet for the Renfrew Center, and spoke to the woman about my admission.
I’m shaking.
This whole thing wasn’t real before now. It was a possibility. A maybe.
But now it’s real, and I’m fucking scared.
