
Seriously, you think gymnastics is easy? Ô.o
Hannah, 16 .
I live in Norway, but I'm from Sweeden. Anorexic, Bipolar.

Seriously, you think gymnastics is easy? Ô.o
So my sister came home today. She stapped out of the car and into the bright sun, and ran with her arms open towards me. Her red/ginger hair was swaying in the wind, and she hugged me tight. Then I saw the tears in her eyes. She was crying while telling me what happened at the playground outside grandma’s place. “I was playing in the sand with this girl from school, and we were having fun. Suddenly she told me that I was ugly. She said my hair looked horrible because it was too long, and the wrong color.” I saw the hurt in her eyes, and lifted her off the ground. “Don’t listen to her, because you are beautiful. Your hair is longer than anyone alse your age, and it’s extraordinairy. They’re just jealous because they don’t have your beauty” I said to her. I watched her light up, and it made my day. That girl makes my life.
So yeah… I just really wanted to write that. “They say sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can’t hurt you. They’re wrong. They Hurt Me.” -Demi Lovato
Thanks
Still here <3
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aww, thanks <3
Thanks to everyone who made my life better today and made sure I would stay until tomorrow. I love you <3
I will… That’ll keep me busy
(via 90ibs)
Demi is my role model and inspiration, and her story has helped me through alot, but it’s not enough tonight
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<3 You’ve kept me alive for like… half an hour… Tumblr is amazing
Thanks <3
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Thanks to everyone who ever messaged me. Sorry for wasting your time, and sorry that I haven’t been on in forever. Thank you all for following me.
Even though they’ll never read this, I’ll still write it:
I Love You, Tara - My best friend. You’ve gotten me through an entire year since you figured out who I really am. You are the reason I’m still alive, so I’m sorry for doing this to you. Just remember it’s not your fault, and you did everything you could <3
I Love You, Mom & Dad- Even though you made my life a hell sometimes, I still wouldn’t make it without you. Mom, you’re way too obsessed with your weight, so make sure you don’t let my little sis’ end up like me. I’ll be watching you guys forever, and it would kill me to see the most beautiful girl I know fade away like that. Don’t forget me.
Goodbye, and take care of yourselves.