Apparently, Yoongi’s Always Drunk.

I think I realized the ending of my story ten years ago when I sat in my room and cried over a lost soul and was never comforted. When the pain in my body became physical along with mental. When my empathy took control but stepped back at every possible moment. Who's to say we lead our own lives? When twisting bones and shattered minds get treated as though something were right instead of wrong. When doctors don't take a second glance at your pain or your suffering.

Melissa Rose

Today I attempted my very first fast. I made it to 21 hours! I'm very proud of myself! Tomorrow I'll try for the full 24 and progress from there 👍

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I swear it’s following me around. I’ve told people about it, but they don’t believe me. In the shower, I’m terrified to close my eyes. What if it sneaks in from the drain and puts its skeleton hands around my waist and won’t let go until I’m drowning under the spray of water and can no longer scream for help? I lay in bed at night as it knocks at my window. “Let me in”. No. “Let me in”. I close my eyes but then the feeling comes back again and I realize now that I’ve opened the window. Now it’s staring at me. It grins. It tells me it’s sweet stories, tongue licking at my ear as it lulls me to sleep. But in the morning, when I wake, I can barely move. I’m sluggish, disoriented, confused. Each step is like standing on hot coals, but I cannot get my body to move further than the end of my bedroom. And I hear it again, “Don’t go out there. Stay in here. It’s so much better in here. Isn’t it?” I stand as still as a painting as the voice repeats itself over and over. I know it won’t stop until I’m under the covers, until I’m in bed and don’t leave until I’m nothing but a skeleton and some tears. But I slam my first against the door. I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. I mumble under my breath, but she cannot hear me. “What did you say darling? I know you’ll feel better once you get back to bed…” I slump against the door, wondering if maybe the bed is the safe haven I’ve always been searching for. But then that feeling comes back. “Im hungry.” I say defiantly, as I rip the door open. There is no one there. Just wisps of black flying out the window. But I know she’ll be back. But as I slip into the bathroom, I tremble as I stand on the scale. I hope for above 100. That’s all I need. Something to cling on to. I hear her claws against the window but I stare at the numbers until my eyes lose focus. 99. I can deal with that. I lift my shirt, my ribs are showing, but when I run my fingers along the expanse of my body, I do not feel all bones and misery. She claws again. “You’ll feel better when you don’t eat.” She whispers from outside. But how can I feel better when I can barely stand? How can I feel better when my body starts to collapse inside itself imploding like a broken star? I stumble out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “There’s nothing here you want.” She says. But my stomach is growling and I don’t care what I eat anymore as long as it’s food. No more crackers. No more skipped meals. No more fainting. I read a book about a girl with an eating disorder. Bulimia. She died alone in a seedy hotel room when she threw up one too many times and ripped her esophagus clean open. Choking to death, in order to be perfect. I may be skin and bones and I may think about dying. But I will not let this monster take me. She speaks kind words into my ears and part of me wishes for the warmth of my bed, the calm of my room. Maybe she is right. Maybe everything will be better when just the skeleton of me exists. And I turn around and take a step towards my room, and she smiles. “Good girl,” She coos, like I’m a little baby, learning how to walk. But I’m learning much more than how to walk, im learning how to survive, how to be perfect. But someone once told me that there was no such thing as perfect, and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And the last time he told me I was beautiful, my heart sank into the depth of the earth, growing like a tree ready to reach the sunlight above. So I reach for that candy bar, and she screams, “Stop stop stop stop. What do you think you’re doing??” And I remember what it feels like to eat cotton balls, the cloth sticking to my mouth like peanut butter, but it was not peanut butter. I remember checking boxes for calories, when I should have been checking for prices. I remember crying alone in my room, wondering who’s going to save me, or maybe I’ll die alone in a hotel room, like that girl in that book. But when I bite into that candy bar, the monster dissipates. I no longer have to hear her cries, her soft words, her screams. And suddenly I remember how good chocolate tastes, how real food feels in my mouth. And when my friend calls me to go to dinner, I reply “yes”. This will be my first full meal in two months. I think I’m going to cherish it.

Melissa Rose

Don’t Trust Jung Hoseok

When you look up “whiplash” in the dictionary, all you see is this

He can be r e al cu t e one second

And real n o T CUTE the next

Squishiest squish I wanna squish his lil cheeks

Nvm

It’s okay though bc he’s a real soft boy

Excuse me sir put that thing back where it came from or so HE L P M E

I wanna protect him:(((

But I’m also extremely ready to fight

 Good luck to all the hobi stans out there

Bc your asses will need it

I don't think you understand when I say you broke my heart. No, no, no. You took a hammer to my heart and ground it into dust, until the only thing left was for the wind to blow it away. I don't believe in love anymore. There's no truth in that statement. "I loved a boy who didn't love me back" sounds tragic. But "I loved a boy who pretended to love me back" is even worse. Tears were wasted on an empty corpse, walking through the streets, telling me I'm beautiful, that I'm funny, that any guy would be lucky to have me. You say you keep your distance from people, but I think it's more of the fact that you don't want to rely on anyone when you're in trouble. You don't want your heart to hurt when someone dies. You don't want your thoughts to race when you don't know where she is or if she's safe. You'd rather pretend that everything's okay and then wait for the explosion. But while debris is raining down and blood is staining your clothes and the only sounds you hear are screams and the ringing in your ears, you'll still be able to smile. Because you didn't give a fuck about the victim. "Victim? I didn't even know her name..."

Melissa Rose

I binged today and now I feel so gross. I'm so full that I feel sick. 🤢

WHAT A RELIEF THAT:

Namjoon didn’t go solo

Jin ignored SM’s street-cast

Yoongi saw BH’s flyer

Hobi didn’t quit

Jimin made it to the lineup

Taehyung went with his friend to the audition

Jungkook saw Namjoon and decided to join BigHit

BTS never gave up

WHAT A RELIEF THEY ARE 7, THAT THEY ARE TOGETHER

AND THAT THEY GOT EACH OTHER

Cr text twt post: https://twitter.com/3shells1991/status/1074110966269243393

If I NEED U was filmed on a low budget…