Ana's story
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These are poems I've written in times when I have thoughts either about suicide, anorexia, depression, and many other problems I have the "pleasure" to be graced with but it's ok I'm surviving and someday I'll make it through this I hope that day comes when I can show the people who broke me what I'm truly made of. Something's about me well I've always been that supportive friend (some of you might know this) I'm always the friend that if you need me there I'm there in the blink of an eye no questions asked in the type of friend who will put all there problems to the side just to help you. I'm an actor so a lot of the time I'm good at lying face to face to people except for one person known as my boyfriend I just can't lie to him but usually I'm pretty good at lying thats how I get away with having all these problems and not having to solve them. Hmm something else I am savage I'm not afraid to sass you I'm also heartless so I can hit you in your lowest points but after I do I'll feel horrible and apologize. Also I am in love with music it's helped me so much over the years. How music works for me is it gives me the feeling of being taken away from here and not having to be me not having to deal with the constant count of calories the constant hate of my body the constant urge to cry, the constant urge to crawl into a ball and die. So yeah that's a little bit about me but trust me there is a funny side, a happy side, a weirdo side, and many more. I'm not just a big ball of sadness wrapped in blankets crying because I hate myself nah I have fun I hangout with my friends, and boyfriend, I smile, I laugh on the outside I'm happy thats what I want people to see not the broken me. If you do read this thanks that means a lot cause I may not be the best writer but every read, every like, I'm grateful for.
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