Can you count my bones yet?: September 2012

Sunday, September 30, 2012

So.

So, I guess I'll do kinda an update post.
Idk. There's not really much that's happened that's crazy important. I passed my freshman year. I'm still floating along this year with no Ds or Fs yet. I guess that's an accomplishment since I couldn't give two fucks about school anymore.
Weight wise, I've gained. At around 156-7 right now? Idk, I haven't weighed myself since Friday.
Haven't been doing the best at eating. Binging too much.

But, fasting for today, maybe tomorrow and Tuesday, too. Depends on what I can get away with. All I've had today is two popsicles 15 cals each, and tea and cold medicine. I've been feeling under the weather for a while now. Hopefully I'm not forced to eat later. If I am, I'l just have some soup, it's only 120 cals.

Okay, I guess that's all. I don't know what else to post. I'll try to post tomorrow though, with an acurate weight if I can, and how today ended up going. <3

HxX

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Wow I haven't been on here in forever, since I started using tumblr... Idk, I might start posting again, if I can find the time to write some more. I miss it. And the community. <3

Please Read

I just thought I’d say this. This blog is more or less my journal that I’ve decided to post on the Internet. Its contents are really just a composition of my thoughts and feelings. It’s almost exactly what I would write in my pen and paper journal that I keep hidden in between my mattress and the box spring. Only you are reading it. I don’t trust the real world or anyone else to confide in, so I chose the anonymous world of the Internet. I feel I can write my thoughts down, and post them somewhere that someone with a like mind, or like thoughts, might just stumble upon them. If you post a comment, I will try to get back to you, because that little bit of connection means the world to me. When you go through the day with thoughts in your head that you know if you spoke them aloud, they would think you to be crazy, and lock you up in a mental hospitable on the spot, its torture. But if you’re taking the time to read this, then you probably know the feeling, more or less. You know what it feels like to constantly wish you were someone else, someone you could like, itching to get out of the shell you call a body. You probably know what it’s like to live in a world where you feel you’ll never be good enough, you’ll never account to anything. And that’s why I’m writing this. I need that connection to get me through the day. If you feel the same, I hope you’ll read my twisted thoughts. Leave a comment. Follow this blog. Anything… just help me through the day… if you do, I’ll try my hardest to help you through yours.

Xx H.