I’m 21 years old, I shouldn’t feel this way right? These are supposed to be the happiest parts of my life and yet here I am, crying every day. I hate how I look, I can’t eat anymore without thinking of my weight. I’m a burden to those who are still around me. I’m a dropout, a failure, a disappointment. I lost my job, my will to live, and I fear I may lose the one I love. The only reason I try is for him and my sister. I hate this. I’m so tired, I just want out. Medicine doesn’t work. I’m afraid. I […]