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DisorderYour Score
Major Depression:Extremely High
Dysthymia:Very High
Bipolar Disorder:Moderate
Cyclothymia:High
Seasonal Affective Disorder:Moderate
Postpartum Depression:N/A
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DisorderRating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:High
Schizoid Personality Disorder:High
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:High
Antisocial Personality Disorder:High
Borderline Personality Disorder:Very High
Histrionic Personality Disorder:Very High
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:Moderate
Avoidant Personality Disorder:Very High
Dependent Personality Disorder:Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:High

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6 hours ago on
4 June 2012
Anonymous asked:
YEEAAAAA BUDDY.. did you go to TUMBLRMARKETING(.)COM yet? FREE STUFF YEEAAAAAA

No. Piss off yeah? 


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fill-and-empty:

getting fatter everyday. i am not aloud to be weighted until the meeting with the doctor. i know how much i weight, i can see it. i’m bigger than ever and it’s really hard for me to stop cutting.im a monster.a big disgusting fat monster.nothing will ever change that.even if i could be skinny, i won’t get rid of this uglyness.i dont want people telling me in pretty, or fat. or ugly. or beautiful.i know what i see and thats what i believe. 
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becometheflowers:

Not good enough
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flowersinbonecages:

http://flowersinbonecages.tumblr.com/
So you think purging is beautiful?  Check out those hot scabs on my knuckles!  Created from hours of teeth relentlessly grinding against my skin.  As I shove my hands down my throat,  I can feel them being destroyed along with the rest of my body, what’s left of my sanity , my friends and my family.  I taste the blood before the puke splashes back into my face, and I can practically feel the acid as it eats at my teeth.  My face goes puffy like air has been pumped into it, and my eyes get bloodshot like I have been beaten up.  Then comes the clean up where I get to  stick my head right under the toilet bowl to make sure there is no puke left.  I get to scrub it while I cough up blood.  But that’s not the worst part.  The worst part is at night when the guilt literally eats me away.  It tortures me and keeps me up until the early hours of the morning, screaming that I am a failure.  Eating disorders are so far from glamorous and joking about them and aspiring to have one is beyond pathetic.
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