CW: 78,8 kg/173,7 lbs (BMI 28,3)
Loss: +0,4 kg/0,9 lb
GW2: 78 kg/171,9 lbs (BMI 28)
So, tini tiny weight gain. Nothing big, and since I was over 80 las Friday, I'm not really that sad. Plus, I still lost weight from yesterday 'till today, which I am very, very surprised about. You'll understand when you see my points and explanations from yesterday.
Also, I swear, I'm gonna work my butt of this week so that I next week finally, finally, can tell you guys about how I reached my goal weight 2. Really, I have been so close for so long, and I'm sick of it. So - sick - of - it.
You guys remember how I wrote last week that I'd made an appointment with the schools psychologist? Well, that appointment is in 1 hour and 40 minutes as I write these words exactly. My arm is covered in red cuts from last night - I'll explain that afterwards -, and I'm freaking out at the thought that she might tell my parents. Also, I don't know how much I can tell her. I don't want to stop cutting. I don't want to get out of my eating disorder. I like being miserable. I'm so fucked up, I know.
I just wish this depression (self-declared, based on a tons of online tests and my experiences with depressions in the past) would end. I'm so sick of not being able to be happy. But at the same time, I don't want to get happy. 'Cause if I get happy now, my parents will never know what they did to me. How fucked up I have become while they have been oblivious to my fading away.
I'm freaking out. My heart is beating so fast. I don't know what to do. I'm all alone. Good thing I don't have any sharp objects...
So, about the cutting. Last night, I came home from the scouts, feeling real depressed. I hate eaten so much shit that day
without even purging, and not exercised at all, and knew that my points from that day would be terrible. All I had thought about for hours was cutting. But I didn't go into my room to cut. Instead, I went to the kitchen, to make myself some more food, that I was going to purge. Just to make my misery complete. That's when my dad caught hold of me. At first, he ignored me when I talked to both of my parents. Then afterwards, he told me that he was not in the mood for talking with me, that he was so unpleased with my not doing the laundry that he was thinking about not paying for my studying trip (remember I told you about that week we were going to go to Spain, all of my class together?). The last day for payment was today, and he told me this yesterday. Then he added that the next night - tonight - we were going to have a very serious talk about my future after the 27th of May, my 18th birthday, 'cause it was looking very dark from his view. So translated, he told me that because I hadn't done the laundry, he wanted to prevent me from going on that trip, as the only person in my class, and that he wants to kick me out of the house as soon as I turn 18. I love you too Daddy.
I have not eaten in days. Do you love me now?
This was what made me cut. My dad had been so bad in so many ways, and I had fought so hard not to cut. Then that SON OF A BITCH (sorry grandma) fucking pushes me over the edge anyway! I cut all of my forearm, and I cut much deeper than I would have if I hadn't been so pissed of! It bled a lot, and I ruined one of our towels when I used it to wipe the blood of my arm. All I could think was "fuck him, I'll ruin everyone of his stupid towels and force him to use money on some new ones!". I was so mad!
What did I ever do, that made me so hard to love? As far as I recall, I never called him fat, I never told him he was worthless, that he'd never make anything of life, that what he did was just not good enough, I never disapproved of his clothing, his hair, his music. I never tried to kill myself, I never got drunk and then threatened to cut off my finger while he watched, I never got drunk and cried out on his shoulder, while he struggled to just hold me up. He was the motherfucker who did all of that! So why, why was I so sad when he tried to kill himself? Why is it me that doesn't feel loved, and not him?
If he had died that day, my mom would be able to show her children that she cares. She would be able to show it, and mean it. She stopped doing that about half a year ago. And it hurts, it hurts so fucking bad! I loved her so much. She was my rock! I could tell her everything. Now, she just doesn't care anymore...
Do you know how it hurts, when your parents stop loving you, your friends leave you, and the only thing that is real is a razor?
This is just gonna be quick, 'cause I doubt anyone are really still reading after all that bullshit I just let out.
Sleeping: 10 points
Eating: 0 points
Exercising: 0 points
Water: 10 points
Total: 20 points.
Know that I love you girls. So much more than anything.
I'm so sorry I'm such a depressed asshole.
I'm sorry I'm not nice to anyone, neither myself or anyone other.
I'm always complaining about someone,
and I'm sorry about that.
I'd never complain about you girls <3
Good thing I'm gonna get some professional help today, huh?
Stay strong, think thin, be beautiful!
- Bella ♥