Recovering from bulimia nervosa and the anxiety, depression, and substance abuse problems that have come from it. Socially awkward and obsessed with experimental music/films, tattoos and calories. Come adventure with me.
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with how fragile we all are and how random life can be. Everyone I love could just die at any moment and that’s fucking terrifying. How am I supposed to have relationships when I don’t know if they will be alive tomorrow?