The first time doing something is the hardest. Its the same no matter what it is. My first time starving myself was hard to stay with it because I'm was so use to eating. I then got used to it. It became normal. It was nothing. Developing bulimia wasn't hard though. It was the easiest thing ever. Purge once and then it's all you ever want to do. Its like jumping off a cliff. You have to force yourself to do it and then it's just enjoying the fall. Then everything is over.
The fall is the best part. It's just just the moments of being free before the quick, hopefully painless end. Its the moment you enjoy because you know it's the end. Some might have their life flash in front of their eyes. Some regret what they just did but, by then it's too late. You has not say in what happens after you throw yourself off that cliff. You're dead unless fate chooses some miracle to save you.
It's hard for me to jump so I beg of you to push me off this cliff. The end it what I want more than anything. That's how it always has been, but I haven't realized it until now. metaphorically I was born on this mountain called depression and slowly I've been crawling for day one to death's cliff
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This Is Me
General FictionThis isn't going to be some happy story with a happy ending. This story is my soul expressed in its visible form. Don't think you'll be the same person reading it. Now on to the real description thing. I wasn't some normal girl. I knew that much. I'...
