Unmoderated secrets
I just need someone to share this with in my time of need. Im stuck on my toilet, taking the fattest, hardest shit in my entire lifetime. My poor intestines are screaming. My asshole is on fire. There are tears forming in my eyes, I have never felt so much unreliable pain. I hope whoevers reading this never has to have the same experience as me
I honestly wanna die more then anything, I’ve been to therapy and left when I was told I was “better”. I’m not. I’m very depressed and my eating has become bad again, I’m disgusted with myself. I’ve also picked up smoking cigarettes. I broke up with my bf a while ago bc I didn’t wanna get hurt but I’m realising now I love him a lot but I can’t ever get him back. But oh well I guess…
When I was a little boy, I had an imaginary friend. His name was Mr. Henry. He was a little man with a moustache who wore a bowler hat, and he was about my size at that age. Much later, my mom met a lady who had a childhood imaginary friend who's name was Mr. Henry too. He too was a little man with a moustache and a bowler hat. That's really weird.