All of this happened while I was suicidal. So I was starving AND cutting myself. Healthy, eh? Nah. It was horrible. The fact that I was some what satisfied when there was blood running down my arm sickens me. It doesn't do any good for me. I realized. That hurting myself isn't hurting anybody but ME. No one cares if you're miserable so you might as well be happy.
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Anorexia/self harm. I'm screwed and you are too.
Non-FictionI don't have anorexia completely. I skipped meals here and there when I went to school. And it practically took my friends shoving food down my throat.
