I would be so happy if I never had to use to my digestive system ever again. I’d love to never have to eat, I just want to smoke cigarettes all day. I hate my body.

i refuse to go and talk to the doctor about the food phobia. i don’t want them to accuse me of being anorexic.

this has got so much worse recently. i used to take comfort in food and now i’m back to restricting everything. of course once i’m so hungry that I feel like i’m going to pass out I’ll end up just eating whatever, but I always regret it.

I wish I could just fucking enjoy it without being absolutely terrified that everything I eat is going to make me shit myself

I’m so bored of myself.

one of my friends pointed out that people comment on what I wear so much because I always look completely different. i felt so awkward about that. i had hoped nobody realise that i completely copy and then discard trends one day to the next because i get bored so quickly.

i really need to stop copying people. i mean, usually it’s not people i know, it’s just a faceless girl in a photo, or some shitty celebrity. and I never look quite right. i mean, if i could I’d have amy winehouse’s hair every day, but then what if I wanted to look like bettie page the next week? or what if I wanted to copy some trampy girl I saw in camden? well.

sometimes I wish i was a drag queen because i’d be able to look different every day and night.

i also wish i had the motivation to keep up with my brain. bitch.

means different things to everyone.

it should just mean “don’t be a fucking cunt”.

I never really considered the fact that my boyfriend might fall out of love with me. I suppose it’s what I get for being so fucking depressed all the time.

I ruined another perfect day yesterday. Or I’m pretty sure he feels that way.

if I’m not overdramatising and it’s actually true then I don’t know what I’ll do.

you are destroying my life

I hope you know that

I just had to spend £27.50 on your fucking shitty prescription pills. which probably won’t even help you. ungrateful bitch.

and my boyfriend is cheating on me probably or maybe my paranoia is actually going to end my life soon.

why do ex girlfriends have to exist?

it’s not like I wish my boyfriend was a virgin or anything. I’m glad he’s experienced women before. but why can’t they just instantly die after they’re finished?

stupid bitches

stupid bastard for talking to her. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO TALK TO HER

I am a little bit sad I like to wear glittery heels and prance around listening to 80s shit

do I bother trying to be so nice to everyone. I should open my mouth without thinking more often so I can be like every other fucking person I know. oversensitive gripes.

It’s fine. it doesn’t bother Ivy that the last time your absolutely stunning, Oxford-educated best friend was single, you tried your hardest to fuck her. It doesn’t bother Ivy at all.

It doesn’t matter that you make her feel like a stupid bitch.