Brittle

my bones are staring to scare me. i feel like they too are getting smaller. the smallest bumps of random things in life getting in my way often hurt so back i think i could have actually broke something, why the fuck then do i continue to stay here? because its better then getting bigger. anything is better than getting bigger. in fact i need to get a bit smaller, just to ensure i dont get bigger, and just in case i do, itll be easier to redeem myself………. goodbye i go die in hole now :D


i hate when i get too big and its everything i can do to get small. then its like holy shit i am not in a very stable condition right now…………aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the cycle never ends. except nowaways i have managed to rein all this in within a few pounds.
i dont want to die exactly: just like, go to sleep in a coma and not wake up for i am not sure how long. i am so tired of being me, this disgraceful disappointment only grows older and older
my body absolutely does not heal like it used to.

(Source: bambidolls-teardrops)

ive been the same weight 3 days in a row. what the fuck. i want to fucking die. apparently doing whatever i can is still not enough, and must conjure more will and strength.. yay
 

okay: drinking alone, my most bittersweet red wine ( as to try and ease the paranoia about sugar/calories) has turned out to be my most productive afternoon yet. included cleaning, barbielifeinthedreamhouse,painting,and a lovely stroll in the bush. it is sufficient to say, i most certainly burned the calories of ingested: as i am a superlightweight, and dont need very much anyways.

so i have this 2 week old calf that needs to be force fed through a stomach tube/bottle, and its now getting quite increasingly difficult to tackle him to the ground with the bottle in my teeth.. as he weighs more than i do, and gets stronger, faster and heavier everyday. haha . got a couple good bruises from a landed hoof in the bone as well : / day in the life of me