I'm so gross, I haven't showered in 4 days, and I smell so bad. But I still can't brig myself to take a shower. Whatever. I'll do it tonight. Maybe, I already have to run, but I do that everyday. God, I'm so unorganized. How was I possibly diagnosed with OCD? I'm just a fucking mess of mental disorders. Depression, anorexia, OCD, anxiety, multiple personality disorder, do I need to go on? It's no wonder I hate myself. One of my minor secrets got out. People I hate know my birthname, and now that's all they call me. Do they know they make me want to die? Only, why would they care about? They don't.
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Diary of an Anorexic Nobody
Teen FictionAfter that kind of opening, you probably want some sort of explination. You see, I'm a suicidal teen, and this is going to be my plan notebook. both for organizing my thought and communicating after death. Officially I have stared writing this on Se...
