Entry I

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I guess you could say I'm starving myself. But even saying that sickens me. I could never imagine harming myself. Yet it's hard to eat. I still get hungry of course, but every time I go to eat I feel like I'm going to throw up. I want to eat. Especially my favorite foods; Mac and cheese, hamburgers, chili cheese dogs. It all sounds so delicious. But I can only eat enough to keep me alive. No one's really noticed it at all. If someone did notice, I'd probably lie. I'd tell them that I eat what I can; which is kinda true. I really want something to eat, but nothing looks appetizing. Maybe I'm anorexic. The thought has crossed my mind more then once...

I don't want to believe that I'm anorexic. It can't be true. But it probably is and there's not much I can do about it.
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I look at what I've wrote so far and sigh. There's not much else to say about this topic. It's so short, but I can't think of any thing else to write. Maybe I should have added my name and a short intro. No. Then this wouldn't be anonymous.
I wonder how many reads this will get. Probably none, considering no one likes you. I ignore the demon, silently cursing it. You know is true. No. There's bound to be a least one person who reads this. I just know it.

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