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Seasonal Affective Disorder: Extremely High
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Disorder	Your Score
Major Depression:	Very High
Dysthymia:	High-Moderate
Bipolar Disorder:	Very High
Cyclothymia:	High-Moderate
Seasonal Affective Disorder:	Extremely High
Postpartum Depression:	N/A
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May 28

perfection-wont-wait:

ilikegivinghead:

killme-withlove:

my legs.do you see themlook at the disgusting jiggling fat

no, what’s disgusting is the deep cuts on them
you can get rid of fat easier than scars
jesus christ seek help now

sweetie, no. neither the cuts OR your legs make you disgusting. for what it’s worth, i don’t think you’re fat. you’re obviously dealing with a lot, and you know what? i’m proud of you for still being here today. please don’t cut today and try to eat something, even if it’s small, alright? <3

ilikegivinghead:

killme-withlove:

my legs.
do you see them
look at the disgusting jiggling fat

no, what’s disgusting is the deep cuts on them

you can get rid of fat easier than scars

jesus christ seek help now

sweetie, no. neither the cuts OR your legs make you disgusting. for what it’s worth, i don’t think you’re fat. you’re obviously dealing with a lot, and you know what? i’m proud of you for still being here today. please don’t cut today and try to eat something, even if it’s small, alright? <3

(via cadaverisms)

(via jennyteamedward)

(via minus23lbs)

“These guys are…they are mine.”

(via karensegura)

(via minus23lbs)

Today.

*Morning*
Friend: Are you okay?
Me: Mhm, of course.
*Lunch time*
My friend: You don't want subway?
Me: I do but.... no thank you.
My friend: why?
Me: Because one of those sandwiches contains about 800cal and I already had a slice of orange earlier.
My friend: What?
Me: Never mind, I'm not hungry.
*Evening*
My Boyfriend: Are you okay love?
Me: .... I'm fine. Just tired.
My Boyfriend: Are you having weird feelings and thoughts again?
Me: yes.
My Boyfriend: What can I do to help?
Me: Hold me and hide the stack of pills that are in your bedside table because I already took 5 of them.
My Boyfriend: I wish you didn't have those thoughts, they are wrong. I love you.
Me: I'm sorry I love you too. *crying*