By year 9 I couldn't even get up to go to school and when I did go I had panic attack and had to go home. The front office ladies knew me very well and they always helped me when I needed it. I pushed everyone away even Tara, So stupid of me. My Therapist had a program where you get pulled out of school for a term and get to help with school and to help with life, it was 4 days a week. I wanted this to be over and I wanted to feel okay so I did it. The program helped a lot and I caught up on school worked I missed out on and I started to go back to school but I wasn't ready so they let me stay another term. I was in a group full of girls with eating disorders, and well they where "pro ana" so they always talked about how they where so fat and how they vomited up their dinner and bullshit like that. Well I already hated myself so I started to skip means and vomit when I did eat. By the end of year 9 I was going to school most days and staying for most of the days and I came close to tara aging so I thought I was seeing the light, but then boom
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RandomSo hi. I know no one is gonna read this but here we go. This is all true so please don't make fun of me. Also i have dyslexia so ha goodluck xx
