An Other confession
I'm a liar. I can't change it, I lie to family, my friends. I lie to be someone I'm not. And now when I finally want to show who I really am, I can't. I feel trapped in someone elses body.
None of my friends know I'm depressed, how much I cut. They still think I have a fucking cat.
I'm 120 pounds, but I see myself as 200. I have always wanted to be anorexic, to complete that goal I have stopped eating.
I see people that shouldn't be, I hear things that are not there.
I am convinced, I must die. I want to die. I need to die. I just can't, I would miss my few friends. My Alex and my Anna.
Anonymous
i dont believe you
Anonymous
Dude, are you 12 and emo? You only get ONE life, dont fuck it up, and anorexic people are just as disgusting as obese people, your weight is just fine the way it is.