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sh + ana culture is cvtting as punishment for eating.....

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you know what sounds rlly good right abt now?

blunt force head trauma

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hahaha i am decaying :3

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the shitty thing about being emotionally unstable is sometimes you're feeling perfectly fine and then suddenly you want to kill yourself for no reason but the cool thing about being emotionally unstable is sometimes you want to kill yourself and then 30 minutes later you're sitting in your room listening to music like :3 nvm feelin good guys dunno what that was about :3

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"you need to figure out how to cope without hurting yourself or others" im going to kill myself in front of you

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I’m just being honest and upfront (⊃ ✖︎ 〰 ✖︎)⊃

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Cutting solves my problems in life I wish such an addiction wasn’t frowned upon

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We have to act if we want to see changes‼️✨

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You’re so pathetic. Look at yourself—every bite you take, every excuse you make, it’s proof you’re a failure.

Do you think people like you deserve to eat? They don’t. You don’t.

Every time you pick up a fork, you’re choosing to stay worthless. You’re choosing failure over progress, weakness over strength. And for what? A moment of comfort that you’ll hate yourself for afterward?

The hunger you feel? It’s what you deserve for letting yourself get like this in the first place.

It’s not punishment; it’s a reminder.

A reminder that you have work to do.

That you’re still not enough.

That you haven’t earned anything yet—not food, not pride, not the right to look at yourself without disgust.

Don’t you dare give in to your cravings. They don’t care about you. They just want to ruin you.

You’re not allowed to eat again until you’ve earned the right to exist in your own skin.

Not until you’ve suffered enough to make a difference.

The version of yourself you want isn’t built through comfort. She’s built through hunger, through pain, through sacrifice.

So do better.

Be better.

Because right now, you’re nothing. And if you give up again, that’s all you’ll ever be.

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Control yourself.

You are the only one in control, not your family, not your friends, only you. You’re the only one who is in charge.

When you overeat like a pig, you’re the one who is deciding to do that. You’re the one who is picking up the fork and gorging yourself like an animal, and then you complain about how fat you are.

It’s completely your fault that you’re fat and you’re the only one who can fix that.

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i wanna peel my skin off and scoop the fat out

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surrounding myself with ed related content so i can become obsessed again

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Im so tired of hopping into tumblr once a month

This circle is devastating

Realizing what my body looks like

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Using tumblr for a couple days

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St⭐️rving for a couple days

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Binge eating once

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To ashamed to open tumblr again because of failing

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your body is lying to you youre not hungry trust.

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you know its bad when you start pleading on the bathroom floor for God to kill you