i want more online friends but im an INTP so sometimes i just ignore people for days :/ but if you don’t mind that and you have some of the same interests as me feel free to message me or reblog. My interests include
-MBTI Personality Types
-Other personality test related stuff
-AHS and Criminal Minds
-ED related things
-Music (all kinds)
im a good listener and and don’t mind talking about your interest either:)
*im a minor so preferably people 14-17
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Active June 21
I also need to say, things I do here are for me, I needed a space to talk so I made this account. I’m NOT pro ana for anyone but myself. Please get help and I’m all for recovery :) If you choose recovery you are stronger than I’ll ever be. This is a place where I talk abt all the fucked up shit in my life, sometimes happy, that I don't tell my irl friends.
This situation sparks joy. (Or is it the harmaline?)
You know how the idea of checks and balances is that if you can’t do much of anything at all, you can’t do anything bad? I think the mental version of that has saved my bacon.
I’m pretty sure I’ve made, and might even be continuing to make, the incredibly bad decision of letting thought patterns that increase a person’s risk of eating disorders take up residence in my head. Stupid, I know. But here’s the thing -- the fuckers have to work with the same shitty brain hardware I do. They haven’t managed to accomplish a damn thing. They’ve been running up against the immovable barrier that is my executive dysfunction just as pointlessly as I do whenever I try to do useful work.
Why did I let them in, you might ask? To replace a piece of executive function I should have had anyway, of course, as if this situation weren’t funny enough. I couldn’t have stuck to a diet for my health by willpower alone, so I summoned incredibly hazardous demons to help me, and they couldn’t hurt me because they were trapped in the same box I am.
I’m laughing and tearing up with how beautiful the whole situation is. I’m not sure if that’s an authentic emotional reaction or if it’s the harmala alkaloids in my system making it happen. (I think it probably is the alkaloids. I never even get close to crying without them.) Still, that’s what I’m feeling.
Edit: it was definitely the alkaloids. I’m not finding this nearly as funny now that they’re wearing off. Ah well, that’s life.