My mom found this. She reads it. So, hi mom. I know you see this. But, this is my business. Please respect that some things just need to be written, not spoken.
Basically, I'm gross. 68 pounds of pure fat. Ew. A 5th grader said I'm fat. At least he's honest. I'm fucking tired of my cellulite.
I would love to reach 30 pounds. Sounds impossible. Is it bad that I want Katy Perry's help recovering?! She doesn't get angry with me.
I'm just so tired of each day being a cycle of endless self hatred. Just let me be skinny.
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la diara de anoréxico
Non-Fictionjournal entries and summaries documenting my life and recovery of anorexia nervosa and other mental illness. WARNING: strong language, disturbing content, numbers, almost guaranteed to be a trigger do not read unless you either a) are not triggered...
