Sometimes I think that even Ana can't help me.
It has been twenty days and nothing has happened.
The only thing that has changed, is that I am covered in scars.
I only eat once a day when my mom is watching, then I vomit it back out.
I work out every day and yet I haven't lost any weight.
I cannot be helped.
There is nothing good about me.
I can't sing.
I can't draw.
I'm not social.
I can't play any instruments.
I can't write.
I'm not smart.
I'm not skinny.
I'm not pretty.
I am sad.
I just want it all to end.
