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Harry Styles
an·o·rex·i·a ˌanəˈreksēə/ noun a lack or loss of appetite for food (as a medical condition). an emotional disorder characterized by an obsessive desire to lose weight by refusing to eat. love ləv/ noun an intense feeling of deep affection. Niall Horan Nye-ull Hore-in/ Proper noun A completely hopeless, seventeen year old, anorexic; who's stupidly in love with a boy named Harry styles. NOTE: Though this book speaks heavily of anorexia it is not about anorexia. It is a love story first and foremost. It is a story of healing, second chances, love and hope even when you feel the world is collapsing all around you. *WARNING* This book is heavily focused on anorexia, contains mentions of depression, self harm, suicide, and other possibly triggering topics that may not be appropriate for young readers or readers suffering from mental illnesses *DISCLAIMER* This book is in no way glorifying anorexia, self harm or actions depicted in this book. Anorexia and the other topics discussed in this book are serious medical conditions that should not be joked about or made fun of in anyway. If you do not agree or feel comfortable with issues discussed in this book please do not read.
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- Not completed-Do you ever just sit in your room at night and think about everything? Why you were born, what’s the point of living? Are you even needed in this cruel world? Do you ever just think, would anyone even miss me if I’m gone? These thoughts run through my mind pretty much every night. I lie in bed, staring at my ceiling with tears rolling down my cheeks. Normally along with several fresh marks embedded into my stomach and skin. Nobody would ever know though, why would they? It’s not like my family are remotely interested in me or anybody for that manner. Well, I use the term ‘family’ extremely loosely. My ‘family’ basically consists of me living with my uncle who doesn’t even register that I’m living in the same house as him. He basically uses me for the benefits so he can buy more cigarettes and spent more money on prostitutes. I use the term ‘house’ loosely also, I wouldn’t call it a house. I would call it a two bedroomed shack on the rough side of town

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