I will get skinny, no matter what.

Me: I'm feeling quite good today
Body: How? You're fat
Self harm: How? I'm on yours arm as proof you are not
Mirror: How? Look at yourself
Paranoia: How? Your friends hate you
Mind: How? You're a total failure
Me: Oh, right, yeah.

If you want me to be “happy so bad” then why didn’t you just let me die? If you never found me I would’ve been dead. I’d finally be “so fucking happy”.

You know that girl, sinking into depression? The one who doesn’t seem happy anymore? The one that you suspect cuts herself? The one that has stopped eating and lost weight dramatically? The person you suspect isn’t really happy? Help them. Before it’s too late. That’s all I ask, reach out to them. Help them, save them, because no one saved me.

(Source: secretly-insecure, via my-v-i-o-l-e-n-t-d-e-l-i-g-h-t-s)