6th grade was probably the worst year of my life. People tormented me constantly, I had around 5 friends who eventually turned on me. I got called fat over and over again even though I was only around 100 pounds.
Thats where my eating disorder came in. I stopped eating. I refused to eat. I'd always say I wasn't hungry which is the biggest lie I've ever told. I was officially diagnosed with anorexia-nervosa by the end of the first semester. By the end of 6th grade I weighed only 89 pounds and had cuts and bruises all over my stomach and legs.
Everybody started to call me that weird emo girl who cuts herself. They called me worthless, stupid, useless, and after a while it seems like the truth. I did believe I was useless, worthless, and stupid. I wanted to die.
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Depression
Non-FictionThis is basically my story with cutting and depression, you can just click out if you're going to say I deserved it.
