The Workings Of My Mind Today

So fucking close. Like seriously so close. And now I’m even more bloody frustrated than before. Why have I let myself get in this state? What is it with me and these situations? And why can both of us never know what we want at the same time? Fuck fucking fuckety fuck fuck. 

yesterday I accidentally blabbed to a room full of my friends that I had an eating disorder. today someone who wasn’t in the room said “I’m going to draw it with a thigh-gap because I hear you like those”. stupid stupid stupid!