Recovery
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Sometimes I wish I had just never met him. My life would be so much easier. There would be less pain. I would no longer have an eating disorder. I would have real friends, not just a counselor. The people on the streets wouldn't look at me so strangely. Maybe, just maybe, I could've been happy with my life. But, because of him, I will never love or trust anyone new for the rest of my life.
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As I stood there looking at myself I knew right at that moment how much hated what I had saw. Not everything is as it seems. I would laugh, smile, and have fun, however it's all an act. All my life I've been bullied, pushed down, and broken. In the end, I truly wish things were different but then again nothing can change what has already happened. I'm depressed and I'm going to kill myself.

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