turmoil bullfuck.
I DON'T GLORIFY/CONDONE/COACH/APPROVE OF/ENCOURAGE EATING DISORDERS. I want my insides as empty as every promise ever made to me. I want my brain as calm as bedbugs during the day. I want my smile to mean everything. I want to develop a case of amnesia that doesn't explode from triggers. I want to be understood, accepted, supported, loved. I long for the ability to write things that cause people to sigh. I grieve because I will never be pure.