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It's Cute.

It's Cute.

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Feb 4, 2016<5 mins
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Okay basically this is a poem (I think) about how much it pisses me off that things like depression, eating disorders, and anxiety have turned into a huge joke. Unless you have gone to a fucking doctor and have been diagnosed with the disorder, YOU DON'T HAVE IT. So stop treating it like some cute fashion trend because it's not. Stop your stupid pro-ana shit. Stop your dumb secret accounts because all your doing is mocking people who actually have the issues. Mental disorders are caused by chemical changes in the brain, NOT because your boyfriend or girlfriend dumped you. So get off Tumblr and get into real life where people have actual problems. Trust me, I understand why people do this kind of thing but the more aware you are of what you're doing, the better. If you're unable to go to a doctor then I'm sorry because that really sucks but at least try to find some help. If you have the ability to go a doctor and claim you have a mental disorder but you still don't go, news flash, your disorder is just a cry for attention so please stop turning a serious issue into some cute thing you post pictures about. Depression and sadness are completely different. Anxiety and fear are completely different. Abuse and discipline are completely different. Eating disorders and skipping meals are completely different. So please do everyone a favor, and GET HELP or stop faking.
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