i wish someone would say this to me... :(

Ana: ''Take a handful of pretty pills & down a bottle of vodka. Nobody wants you or needs you here, you should have been aborted as soon as your mother found out she was pregnant with you, Its not her fult your such a digusting fucked up failiure. I have never seen someone so ugly... It doesnt end there though does it? No! You have so much fat hanging onto your bones You will never EVER get rid of it. How long has it been now? 4years and yet youve lost no weight. You gained. Its all your good at. All youve ever been good at is Eating... Stuffing you fat face, so much that you feel sick to the point that you feel like your side seams will split. Im here. Ive been here all along, Ive been watching you eat and eat and eat. You are a disapointment, i feel sorry for your parents and so called friends.  You know deep down in your heart that your bringing shame upon your family and friends. STOP THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF! your hurting these people, Making them feel sick just looking at you. Dont cry, people wont care. The sympathy wont help you now, even if someone wanted to help you, they wouldnt be able to because im keeping ahold of you. There is no way out... You wanted me. You were asking for me to come and now you dont want me here? Im your friend. Everyone else is only around because they feel sorry for you. God knows why... you dont deserve anything.  You dont deserve Food, Water, friends, family, You should be dead already. so why arnt you? Hurry up.... put everyone out of theyre misery. Youve ruined lives. All because you are FAT.''


I hear this  ^  ^  ^  ^  ^   everyday. all day. maybe diffrent words but it all adds up to be the same.... Khloi = fat failiure. When i try explain about the 'voice' it never comes out right, Its Anorexia in my head 24/7 talking to me. Reminding me over and over again how ive screwed up life and everyones around me. It doesnt have its own voice, Its my voice. but its her/it. i dont know anymore. I cant get away from it. I want to just have silence for once... to walk down the street and to think like a normal person! not to hear this person in my head telling me people are looking at me, laughing, thinking nasty horrible things. Yet i deserve it all. .I deserve the abuse, the pain & hurt of starving, the headfuck of paranoia. 4years on and im still at the point i started at... only my head more like a tub of slodgy mess that no one could put back together. why am i still trying? maybe i should stop trying to fight with ana and just listen to it/her. Some of the best advice ive been given.  ''Take a handful of pretty pills and down a bottle of vodka''.   Whos here to stop me? Im home alone most of the time so by the time anyone gets back from work/college... ill be long gone.  Dont worry, ill try not to make a mess.

old photo from my deviantart account.  I just want to be rescued yet people look staright through me..

She wasn't born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,
staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.
feeling pressured by the public.
She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach.
On the inside she's dieing, lying to herself, thinking:
- 5 more pounds won't jeopardize my health.
One day she might just collapse, she can't avoid it.
Too many sleepless nights spent bent over a toilet.
Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic.
Praying to a God she never believed in to stop it.
Hasn't eaten in weeks, drinks water by the heaps.
Now she looks like the skeleton she sees in her closet.
So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.
Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.
Now she's feeling drowsy, lousy,
thinking maybe this world's better off without me

I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cuz I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cuz I'm losing my mind.

She's staring at her belly, she's so scared to touch it,
imagining the feeling when it kicks inside her stomach.
Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.
She can't afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.
Her waistline climbs by inches,
'cuz she traded in the morning workouts for morning sickness.
Feeling nauseous, sleeps on a mat because she's cautious.
Give life or take life, that's her only options.
Only if she had a magic wand, she'd go back to that night
and put her clothes back on.
But she can't change time, or what's growing inside.
How could she love something that's barely alive?
Her body's aching, shaking, from sweaty palms, and cold sweat.
Mentally exhausting like phone sex.
No regrets, life or death, it's high stakes.
'cuz right or wrong, it's only her choice to make.

 

:(

Im loseing my mind. Everything is falling apart around me and i cant stop it, All i can do is watch and wait. Im driving him away, the one person i never want to lose. I cant trust him. im scared, All i want is to be happy and to feel that someone really does love me for ME. Im too paranoid and its ruining everything. Ive never felt so low, all i want is to die. I dont know why im still here... things arent going to get better. I will never EVER be happy with myself. I will go through life hateing everything i see in the mirror. Always wondering what ive done wrong... what i did to deserve all this?
I want to be 'normal' but What is normal?
I want to be 'perfect' yet im not sure what perfect is...

my mind is tangled and knotted... i just wish one day someone will hear my crys for help befor its too late.
a person can only take so much hurt and torment.


im just not sure anymore :'(

new shit...

Theres pleanty of new stuff i need to write about...
get things off my mind n just pretty much have a lil rant... (lil = big) lol

Since i last updated my blog there has been a few new changes with me.
I broke up with Duffy because it wasnt working... we slowly started drifting apart.
Theres nothing we could have done to save it. We hardly saw eachother so it was pointless in
trying to pretend that everything was 'Great' when it really wasnt.
I admit, yeah, it was good whilst it lasted.
Remeber... things happen for a reason.

I met someone new, whos really wonderful to me. His name is Shane :)
He lives a mission away from me... But i still see him everynight.
Im also going back to college in september. I filled in a application form
for the Animal care course that i wanted to do befor i started ART.
Few days ago i recived a letter from the college saying about me doing the
Art course i left in November...Since seeing that ive been thinking weather or not i should carry on with ART
as i have been doing Art related studys for 6years...
Seems that if i decide not to carry on with art, It feels as though ive thrown 6years of my life away...
where as i could have taken animal care and been to uni ect by now...
I just dont know what to do :(

Also my Selfharming has been good. I havnt done it in a few months now :D
My eating disorder... well, wish i could say that has gone too but it hasnt.
Im still the fat ugly Girl i used to be :( Unfortunatly...
I found out one of my friends who i used to hang out with when i was like 14 - 15
has an eating disorder too. Its bad :( i hate to see people suffering with ED's
especially if u knew them befor they had it. You can see how much happyer the person was
befor they were taken ahold of by Anorexia and Bulimia.


:( Save me?

:(

havnt written on here in a while... dont know why actully.. soppose coz everyday seems to be the same,
whats the point in droaning on about the same stuff?

Im fed up. I wish i would have stuck it out at college.
im becoming a complete socluse... i dont see jambo anymore.
I hardly see charlei because shes out with others....
i hate this house and the people in it...
yet i have nowhere else to go, even to excape just for a few hours.
:'( i want to close my eyes and make all the swearing & shouting go away...
i would like to fade away...


I want to hack my wrists off.
just cut and cut and cut and cut until theres nothing left...
until i feel satisfied that ive been punished enough.
Punished for being Khloi.
fat, annoying, mean, ugly, stupid, forgetful, immature....

i lost 4-6lb. tomorow is a new day and the start of my new eating plan.
it has to be followed. im the one with CONTROL over what i eat...
Down to 7stone for next friday.
if im anything more....
god knows what i will need to do to be punished for it.

thoughs after foood

Only 5days until christmas... Its getting soo cold and i feel like im living in the Artic.
Im hateing every second of 'Winter'. It makes me sad, i need one of those light-box thingys.
Mum cooked dinner, I didnt really want to eat anything :'(
Food is scary. The thought of putting it in my mouth, chewing on it, swallowing it....
The feeling of it slowly moving down my throat, closer and closer toward my stomach,
Knowing after that mouthful, there has to be another & another until theres nothing left on the plate to eat.
how much i just needed to kneel infront of the toilet and Purge all the sin & hurt.
The food is bad. It hurts me. It wants to infect my body with more & more fat.
The reward i feel when i finally get passed my throat re-flex's, when that nasty food comes rushing up
and finally you feel like you have your control back. The food i ate 5mins ago... stareing back at me from the bottom of the toilet, finally... i can smile because its no longer inside me.
Sometimes when ive binged and binged and i feel as though its impossible to get everylast piece of food out....
I have a urge to reach into the toilet, taking a handful of vomit and putting it back in my mouth, To make myself vomit, bringing up more and more of that terrible food.


:'( i like that i can write this in a blog. it makes me feel less alone with it.. like im shareing my disorder.
yet without the pain and hurt that its causing me.
I have 4days to get to 98lb.
I WILL do it. i wont fail again.

x