Don’t do it. Don’t love me.– Charles Bukowski, Women
I don’t know how to say… I know that people don’t believe me when I say this but… I really feel… Like shit. I’m not worth it, that’s what my other self is always telling me, every second. This feeling is consuming me.
64884) I always ask my friends what they've eaten...
I’m like a dying flower. I am feeling, I have no life inside of me.
i’m done with food
when i get to conclusion that i don’t know anything about him and i just can think how terrible person i am. i don’t deserve anyone