insidejoesmind:

Your friends can be your greatest enemies, choose wisely.

Hello, my name is bulimia.

I ruin friendships. People who invite me in their lives think they choose me,but in reality I choose them.I am ruthless and as soon as you give me a chance to enter your life, I will make you miserable.I control you.I am your master and I will make it extremely difficult to kick me out of your life.I make you think I am your best friend and the only one who understands you but that is only so you let me stay in your life long enough for me to take it. I will make it impossible to trust anyone and will never allow you to “just take the joke”. There is nothing special about you,you are just the host for my infliction of desolation and despair on your own life.Some people invite me in their lives and some don’t give me the time of day.I just keep on going person to person looking for my next victim.Once I’m done with you I will move on to the next person.I am ruthless,I do not care about you and I am not your friend. I am the worst of the worst and the scum of the earth.

Sincerely,

Your worst fucking nightmare.

I may not be good at math or science or poetry but oh man, am I good at fucking everything up and leaving when things get too hard.

All too often we write our stories in black ink only to let the ink drip onto all those we touch. I cannot imagine how many I have stained.

trace the contours of my ugly body and make me feel beautiful.

the tide comes in when im with you.

shallow is ugly.

not me, never you.

1.) Get a boyfriend.

2.) Be more confident.

3.) Live more.

4.) Better grades.

5.) Be more mature.

6.) Be nicer.

7.) Become funnier.

8.) Face my fears.

9.) Make my parents proud.

10.) Be healthier.

11.) Be outgoing.

12.) Keep a diary.

13.) Make 2013 better.

I am a used up, rotten legend, coming apart at the seams, falling to the back of the pack, not nearly as delicious as everything you desire. I need a magic potion in the form of you. Will you let me drink you in one gulp? I need a spark; no, a raging inferno that burns for days. It can’t be contained. Can you show me life again for the twenty-something time? I’ve been going backwards, never forwards, and I need something beautiful to give me even a slight chance at redemption. I know you owe me nothing. But I keep getting less and less like the person I thought I would be, the person I still could be with you. I don’t want to need anything but I need you right now and there is no way to explain why or how or what gives you the power to turn everything around and allow me to create miracles that can make thousands feel a little bit less alone; a little bit more okay. I don’t want to have to explain myself, there isn’t enough time, where would I even begin? I just need an answer, yes or no. Let me know because time is running out and it’s double down and pray, existing right on the line of absolute victory and complete failure. It isn’t easy and it’s the best feeling there is and, often, the worst.