Sorry to me.
Sorry to you.
Ana isn't this person or voice in my head telling me what to do; not fully anyway.
I have "control" over my actions. I can decide if I want to eat or starve and binge or purge.
In a way though, the idea of "Ana" is comforting... it gives me a way to express what's going on in my mind and how I feel about myself.
Ana is this character that the world knows. Ana is anorexia. She is bone and beauty all in one. At the same time, she doesn't exist. And that's okay. She doesn't have to exist because I understand that I'm messed up and I am doing this to myself and that I am making my own f*cked up choices.
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OverigOnly reason I'm actually writing this right now is because nobody reads my stuff anymore. Trigger warning in this. I'll be talking about anxiety, depression, eating disorders, and a bunch of other problems that I deal with.
