i HATE me. somebody get me through this nightmare

im a fucking door mat. they asked me to work 12-8 tomorrow instead of 2-8. sweet jesus i can't say no. im sore and tired and want to sleep in tomorrow. i feel fat as always and today a *MAN* asked me if i was pregnant. this was just the last straw. i wanted to quit so badly. i wanted to hide away and for no one to ever see me again. THEN 2 women asked me later on in the day. FUCK. and THENNNNNNNNNNN one of J's friends asked if i was pregnant. im just going to stop eating or something. that or puke my guts out after i eat. im already taking fucking diet pills and purging, how can I do more? I have no time for exercise but I could try and make room. I wish I was thin, oh i wish so badly. i hate every single fucking fat cell in my body. i want to be a waif, a rail, bones protruding through my skin. its not fair. i have no willpower. someone put me out of my fucking misery. i swear im bipolar or something. this fucking sucks. god help me.<3,



-a very fucked up molliebear