"Skip a meal, once. You feel good. Skip a meal, twice. You feel better. Lose the fat. Show the bones. Lose the mind. Show the cuts. Show strength. Show determination. Lose your friends. Lose your family. Lose everyone, lying in a hospital bed after a handful of pills, heart beating fast, surrounded by shocked looks. They don’t know you. Regret past, present and future. Repent. Skip a meal, once. You feel good. Skip a meal, twice. You feel better."
"i want someone to look at me the way i look at drugs"
who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me
sometimes being sad for no reason is worse than being sad for a reason cause there is absolutely nothing you can do to make yourself feel better
I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”