I seldom go on here anymore, due to the hassle of switching blogs constantly. 

Still luv chu

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(Source: desolate-destruction)

I haven’t been posting as much and I’m back onto my primary blog merely because I’m so lazy to type here. But after today and feeling like complete crap, I’ve been talking to Thong for hours now and ugh. He’s just. I wish he was really my brother. But then I don’t, because if he was then we’d be dealing with the same stuff and we’d be treating each other differently so I take that back. But I really wish he’d be around more often- physically. Living all the way in Geelong is a pain in the ass. 

Even though he tells me to “ignore it”, he is starting to get me more because well.. I’m opening up. I’ve known him for years now and I’ve just opened up to him and that’s odd because there’s bitches who I’ve opened up to and we’ve barely met. 

Whatever. Thong is a great friend and he deserves happiness and he deserves his dreams. 

I slit my wrists while talking to him on MSN. I think that’s weird but I don’t think I have time to do it afterwards. I’m pretty tired and I have to wake up in the mo to meet up with J. Ho to head to the library. 

I’ve been binging 

so I’ve been gaining weight

Life is so fucking good…………………………… I want to die.

After he beat me up, all I feel these days is beating myself up as well. Because that’s how convinced I am that I deserved it. So now I do it myself. My arm’s now a bit sore as well. -Sigh.

I really hope it was funny that my own supposedly dad beat me up, sis. You sure had a crack at it. 

And because Thong said it “aint’ that bad”, I was determined to hit harder. Sigh. I guess I’m never strong enough. 

-and I know my thighs are huge. Fuq genetics-

intentar:

How’s this for normal sis :-)

I laid in bed for 3 hours trying to sleep and realized I wanted ice cream.

I ate bro’s fat-filled Cold Rock ice cream

and some of the low fat weird swirly ice cream

and obz that had to be with a bit of peanutbutter and nutella

and then I had your milo Cold Rock…

I’m too tired. Neck is a very hard place. But is good. Night.

Sigh. It’s just never good enough. I’m just never good enough. I am so tired. Why do I have to be so weak? Why can’t I be strong.