It fucking hurts. And I couldn’t possibly tell anyone because they don’t give a shit. I was lied to for three years and it hit me hard. My anorexia is a joke to my family, my self harm scars are getting easier to hide again, and I just want to sleep forever.
I have no one. I’m left with my pathetic self and I can’t even manage to commit suicide. It gets harder everyday, and today was the last day that I was gonna let it be. My chance was stolen though, because I’m weak and stupid.