Stop.
Everything hurts. I need to stop. Stop eating. Solid. Uncomfortable. Unhappy. Lost and alone. Scared. Where are my friends? Hurting. In pain. Tired. Exhausted. Nauseous. Grotesque. Never enough. Too much. I’m afraid to let people in. I’m afraid to believe people if they tell me I’m not ugly. Why would I believe them when it’s […]
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