Well fuck, I caved like an idiot again.
I fucking hate myself.
My body is supposed to be pretty for my cousins wedding this summer.
And I continue to eat and I continue to create marks on my body.
I’m going to be a fat pig and people will notice my scars and it’s the last thing I want. And lately the thoughts keep getting worse as the wedding gets closer.
And shit now I’m gonna be godmother but I have no idea wtf is going on, how am I supposed to be a good role model when I hurt myself. And can barely take care of myself.
And now I have something I should continue to live for but I keep hating myself more and more everyday and I feel pathetic as usual and I’ve had a headache for the past 2 weeks straight and I don’t know why and I want to sleep for a long time but I don’t want to sleep, and that’s the problem.
And I dont even make sense anymore.
Hey there! May I have a Dean drabble with no angst and the prompt "and where do I go?", please? Thank you!