(note: this one was from last year, I don't know why but I felt like posting it)
I did it. I puked. and I'm sickly proud that I've managed to get some of that disgusting food out of my body. but I'm also disappointed because I only got a portion of it, I didn't manage to vomit enough. never enough I've said that already. is this a turning point of my life?
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fatty's story
Non-FictionRandom thoughts that goes through the head of a 18 years old girl who's dealing with depression and eating disorders. I DO NOT think mental illnesses are "cute" or "trendy" nor do I encourage dangerous behaviours. *TRIGER WARNING eating disorder, se...
