Anonymous: Do you restrict your food to self harm? do you binge/purge?

If you knew me, you would know that I in no way restrict my food intake. I find the amount of questions I’m getting about my diet alarming to be honest. There may have been some worrying posts lately about my mental health so I’m sorry to anyone it may have triggered but I have tagged them, and I really needed to vent, in all honesty I’m worried about myself at the moment and there’s nobody out there to help. 

BUT IN SHORT, no, I don’t have any food related issues. 

I was tagged by the beautiful : Kimberly

Name: Pandora Lola Jane Hall

Birthday: New Years Day

Age: 20

Hobbies: Eating, being rad as hell. 

Favorite Food: ALL THE FOOD, right now I’m craving salmon and asparagus.

Favorite Artist: David Shrigley, Sam Draws, LilyBadPosture, loads more. 

Favorite Show: Doctor Who, Supernatural, Parks and Recreation, Arrested Development.

Favorite Character: Juno, Ramona Flowers, Scott Pilgrim, anyone that Aubrey Plaza plays.

Pet Peeve: People spitting in public. 

A Random Fact About Me: I was a pescetarian for 7 years. 

(Kimberly added a few extras…)

Favourite Smell: Lacoste Blanc

Favourite Sound: Live music.

Favourite Pizza Topping: Mushrooms, Sweetcorn, Bacon.

Favourite Position: Is this a sexual question? Um, my fave sleeping position is the zombie, eyes open rolled bcd, snoring, and spread like a dismembered body across the bed….

Favourite Drink: Water closely followed by passionfruit mojitos.

Favourite Season: ‘Grand Theft’ Autumn (Damn that was good and I wanna say the same, but it’s gotta be summer, even the ugliest of places looks pretty in the sun.) 

I’m gonna be a party pooper and not specifically tag anyone but if any of my buddies do this it would be pretty rad! xoxo

Special, I wish you were special.

But I can’t think of you that way.
Want me, I need you to want me.
I hate myself, but that’s ok.

Because I never have enough.
I don’t love you, I just need to be loved.

Want me, I need you to want me.
I hate myself, but that’s ok.

Because I never have enough.
I don’t love you, I just need to be loved.

I’m a liar. I’m a fake.
Open up your chest,
And let me throw your heart away. 

so it seems if I want my mum to take me seriously about how fucking low i’m feeling i will really need to kill myself, i really thought someone with mental health issues would be more supportive, i’m fucking sick of being told to cheer up because i’m annoying her or that i’m just begin stupid and trying to copy her. BECAUSE I WANT TO THINK LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME AND HATE MYSELF AND FEEL SICK UNLESS I CUT MYSELF, I REALLY WANT THAT JUST TO COPY YOU DONT I?! 

hahaha the “activity” graph on tumblr looks like my mood/life rn. up down, sharp up, flat line.