Rae Earl Quotes

What would be the best therapy? Punching the evil sod in the knob! [ ... ]
It doesn't undo it though. You'd feel good for a second and then there's just emptiness. It's like bingeing. After the chocolate there's the wrappers.

I love being with people and hate being disliked. It's a mass thing ... but I want a special kind of relationship with one person too.
I just can't seem to have both

Bloody hell, things are bad when you want to be a robin more then yourself

I'm so NUMB. I just don't care, it seems-but I must do. This is all going to sound totally incoherent. I'm that bunged up, but totally empty. I think my worries about who I am have reached a head.
I mean who is Rae Earl?
I think I know myself, but then other people say things.

Sometimes I catch myself in shop windows and I take up so much space. I see my outline. it's not me. Wish I could take my fucking skin off. RIP IT OFF.

There is a new codeword going round school. DFS. It means 'desperate for sex.' It sounds like you are talking about the furniture shop. For the record, I'm certainly DFS. In fact I am permanently shopping in DFS with no hope of getting out of the store.

Sometimes it feels like everything is going wrong. Even with the things that are wrong already.

What is it about men in dinner jackets?! Black tie makes even the most geeky bloke look gorgeous, and as for the already good-looking ones - well, it sends them into sex appeal overdrive, and they know it.

... but how come I can give advice and cheer up other people, but I can't do that with my own life. I don't understand it.

And it makes you think. Even things that have been the same for years and years can change. Maybe I can change. I can bring my own wall down, and let people in.

There is never just one bitch in a fat, mad girl's life.

If you are slightly different, if your face doesn't fit, they judge you and consign you and throw away the fucking key.
They never, ever stop to think that THEY might be wrong, that THEY are making a mistake. Don't get me wrong, I haven't been the victim of a massive miscarriage of justice - I'm not saying that - BUT I know what it's like to be stinking judged before people have even bothered to find out what you are about. They have boxed me off into the ugly group even before I have opened my gob.
SOCIETY IS SHIT.

I want to save the world but I haven't worked out a way to save myself yet.

Fuck exercise now. I'll start it when I'm thin.

There was this one model in French Elle. I can't imagine what it must be like to be her. She was brunette with big lips and was wearing this tight navy dress by Azzedine someone. She was so beautiful; and the choices she must have. and ... Oh, I would give it all up just to have been born that way because her life will be so easy. She won't have to think, and men will fall into her lap and ... It's all unfair and I don't want to even write it.
It will never change, and no one wants to admit it but being thin and pretty is the best thing a woman can be.

I wish I was Rapunzel
Letting down her hair
But at the bottom of my tower
There's nobody stood there.
No prince to carry me off to the sunset ...
The reason why of course,
I don't look like his princess,
I look like his horse.

So eventually I instantly backed down and apologised for NOTHING. She was instantly fine - surprise, surprise.

I'm madly in love with a sculpted piece of testosterone wonder called Haddock

And that will be on my medical records for ever.
Everyone will always know I'm a nutter. Behavioural problems. I'm just a bloody label ...
A label written on a white board in a single room without a radio, in a place where everyone else was at least 20 years older than me. Can't think about it. It's anger that goes nowhere.

Desire to be thin grows bigger and bigger. As does my appetite.

I have a great contraceptive device with 100% success rate - it's called being really fat.

Some people are doing Ouija boards at school but I'm not touching that shit. Knowing my luck, bloody Jack the Ripper would try to get in touch.

Just to held. Just to be needed. This stupid body, It stops everything, everything that I want.

There are times when I can't stop speaking, when a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds ... a million words that mean nothing ... but when I want to find some words that mean everything, I just can't speak. Like: I miss you. Like: I love you. Like: My world is falling apart and I need you by my side.

THIS is why I'm single―I'm fat, I'm funny and I won't take it up the bum.

My biggest vice when I fall from the tightrope is to attack venomously the one I love the most.
Richard Burton.

I need to do SOMETHING to make ME feel better about ME.