I thought things were getting better.. Me and him just bud heads.. I want to get stronger and I feel like the longer I’m around him.. The weaker I grow.. I want to stop cutting. I want the urges to go away. I’m tired of crying. I want things to get better. This isn’t because of some stupid disagreement. This is a battle I’m fighting with my inner critic. I hate myself more than words can explain. The more restriction they put the more trapped I feel in this horrid body.

#gold fish  #big box  #yum  

me: they're my babies
person: but they're twice your a-
me: babies. mine.