» Addicted

Anorexia and Bulimia
I was addicted to both a mixture of food and starvation over the course of around 6 years. It took nearly dying due to kidney failure and starvation to knock some kind of sense into me. I still struggle with it on almost a daily basis but now I am finally at an almost healthy place.

Diets are bad m'kay kids?... Kidney failure HURTS. More than anything you can ever imagine. Now lil girls, is that really worth fitting into that size 0 skirt for? IME, no. I get every cold and flu coming at me, I have a small heart, weak muscles, and developed bipolar disorder from my eating disorders. I wish I was addicted to coke instead. At least there's decent help out there for coke addicts.

Length? 5 feet 4 inches, and 85lbs the last time I saw the scale. Currently a healthy 115lbs with my newfound addiction of mood stabilizers and antidepressants. Oh and my fantastic and almost equally as messed up boyfriend who without him, I have no idea where'd I'd be.

It ain't worth it kids.

Edit: Oh and I forgot the self injury. If you want a leg that looks like you were involved in a housefire due to the amount of scars, then go ahead and avoid seeking help. Those little emo kids sporting cat scratches down their arms have no idea what they've gotten themselves into. It's addictive. It's primitive - all animals injure themselves as a way to vent extreme emotion - and once you've found it, it's hard to stop. That's 11 years and counting on that one.
One ticket for Hull please, via the Loony Bin. It's an open return.

Apologies for lack of funny.
(Sat 20th Dec 2008, 14:11, More)

» Why should you be fired from your job?

Aquatics shop
I work in a fish shop. Asides from lurking here, using the internet *all day* and doing no work what so ever, I really should be fired for what I did earlier. Now, most of the time I work by myself, with the exception of weekends when I have my manager in with me. But only every other weekend. This weekend is one of those only-me-on-my-own-with-my-dog-for-company days. Well... I murdered a £200 koi. I injected it with a lethal dose of chemicals and then dropped it on it's head. Poor thing was ill, but I still felt bad, and kind of queasy at murdering a £200 quid fish. Not to mention the other random goldfish which get sucked up syphon hoses when I'm cleaning tanks and the amount of fish which I accidentally feed to the turtles... The £300-500 water fountains I've dropped and broken then hidden behind the storage containers... flooded the place on more than one occasion... Loosing snakes in the tropical room...
I really shouldn't be left here alone. Or get fired for murder.
(Sat 11th Aug 2007, 17:01, More)

» Terrible Parenting

"So you know how it feels..."
Both my parents are alcoholics. Aside from distinctly remembering them having sex in a caravan when I was younger, and actually witnessing my mum having an affair (on the sofa, with the builder/dad's mate) my parents are still.. well, terrible parents. During one particular drunken episode, my mum smashed a wine glass over my dad's head. He stormed into the PC room with a beer bottle threatening to smash it over my head if I wasn't on his side, and then I'd know how it felt to have glass smashed over my head... yes dad, I'll be on your side if you slice my skull open with a broken bottle, of course!

I got my revenge on my crazy mental-home parents though. Mum hates snakes. I brought home 9. Mum and dad hate dogs. I brought home a dobermann puppy. I have since moved/been kicked out.
(Fri 17th Aug 2007, 10:14, More)

» Tramps

Begging...
I own a large, handsome, pedigree dobermann. He is well groomed, shiney coat, shiney eyes, posh teal collar, and a smart leash.

Now, as we all know, dogs aren't allowed in supermarkets. Walking back from the woods with the dog meant that I had to wait outside whilst my housemate popped in for some milk. Being knackered, I sat down and waited. Handsome dog just stands there being handsome. Plenty of people comment on his handsomeness. Nobody comments about me.
Until one. Imagine the nastiest chaviest scum of a family you can imagine. The 'dad' walks up to me and offers me a quid. Naturally, I'd have taken it, but was so taken aback and being mistaken for a tramp that I just stammered that I was fine, thank you...

I mean how many tramps own giant pedigree dobermans anyway?
(Sat 4th Jul 2009, 10:28, More)

» Terrible Parenting

Oh yes, another one...
That reminds me - about the broken bones. I broke my wrist, and my foot, and my mum didn't believe me until I was still swollen and limping 8 weeks later. Then she said "hmm.. well maybe you might have broken it." And when I had renal colic and kidney stones during my A level exams due to being anorexic (which of course, to my parents was not a proper disease and I was 'just doing it for attention') and whilst I was on the floor literally screaming in agony, then taken to A&E 4 TIMES in 2 weeks to be injected with pethidine and have tramadol shoved down my neck just to stop me from shaking and blacking out. And I was accused of faking it to get out of doing exams. Cause you can fake having spastic pain fits and throwing up bile and blacking out at 3 in the morning...
Oh, and my dad trying to steal my anti-depressants to flush them down the loo saying that depression wasn't a real illness either.
They loved me really..
(Fri 17th Aug 2007, 15:26, More)