Smile...

wewe know she is finding her way there, kwa how the air feels. wewe know she’s coming kwa the sound of the wind whispering in your ear, telling wewe secrets. wewe know she’s on her way kwa the way the clouds gather and dance in the sky, like there having a party. wewe know she is creeping behind wewe kwa the fog that blows from your mouth. wewe know she’s right inayofuata to wewe when the lights begin to flicker.

wewe can feel the air get thicker and it slowly becomes harder to breath. Your lungs feel like there being beaten. wewe slowly run your hands over your arms and wewe can feel all your hair standing...

hujambo wewe guys... I am uhm. Not going to be online for awhile : but while i have the time to... I really need to let some shit out. And also apologise for never ever 'being here'... I guess wewe were right, i never really am here when wewe really need me and I am a terrible friend. Trust me. I hate myself for that too.

This morning before my parents left for a baseball game. I had to look in the mirror. I ussually dont because i really have gotten to where i cant stand mirrors. They make me kind of sick. But as I was looking i really thought a bit too long and a bit too hard. Yeah i have brown...

“If a clock could count down to the moment wewe meet your soul mate, would wewe want to know?”
The rain beaded off the juu of the building as it picked up from a soft drizzle to a hard downpour.
“I upendo the rain.” alisema a sweet calm voice from a old women in a hospital bed, she was hooked up to the machines inayofuata to her. She looked like worn down paper that had been used to many times, her hair was white and thin and there was little of it, and the light in her grey green eyes almost gone. The was many people sitting around in the the small white room, they all looked sad and tired like...

Sometimes i wonder if people even care about me? au if they should care? Because honestly i think im going mad. I think everythings getting to my head and the voices, they never stop anymore...and they're louder to..really bad things..

I also wonder why people care about me? I mean i really am a Lost hope...i cant save anyone anymore because i can barely salama myself..Everythings getting bad..real bad..

I also wonder if my family notices i havent been eating? Because i havent been eating and ive been skiping meals and counting calories. I wonder if they see that i really hate myself and eveything...

hujambo Guys, It's me , Ellen.
And here, this is where I feel like I am family.
I feel like I don't ever belong. But when I'm with wewe guys, It's like I'm... Welcome.
I think I am hideous but my Marafiki say otherwise.
I may be the one that tries to cheer everyone up at school but I have my own problems too.
I am going through a really tough time right know and it is a struggle to be OKAY. I am sorry about complaining about my problems like this but it just makes me feel better to tell wewe guys. I need to tell wewe guys something very important. I may not be the most depressed person but i sure as...

how it feels

Eating disorders are diseases of silence. We are all silently screaming for something: attention, love, help, escape au forgiveness. Although we might be looking to fill different voids, we never ask for the things we need. We feel unworthy, that for some reason we don’t deserve them. So, we play the game of guess what I need from you. You’re inability to guess just feeds our feelings of worthlessness.

When wewe finally realize there is a problem, it is much too late. We will now fight, lie, and cheat to hold on to the one thing that has aliyopewa us support. wewe see the symptoms,...