I'm Morla. That's not my actual name, but since I'm going to be talking about my deepest darkest secrets and struggles to strangers on the internet, I hope i'ts understandable I went for a pseudonym. I'm going through the toughest time of my life, which is weird considering there's nothing tangible to be sad about. Escept for my body. I'm 19, don't worry; this is not the work of a 40 year old loser. It may become that if I continue living like this and I'm lucky enough to survive. This is pretty spontaneous, so I guess I will do daily/weekly/monthly entries, and write about (hopefully) my progress. Quite the egocentric perspective, but the adequate one considering all my problems are signed by me. And FOOD, my dear archenemy. That brings me to the next thing I wanted to say: I have a horrid relationship with food. Indescribably bad. It will be a recurrent theme. So if you find did triggering, please don't read this. TW: EATING DISORDER THOUGHTS, MAINLY RELATED TO BINGE EATING. DISORDERED THOUGHTS.
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