I am psychotic.  I am broken.  I have destroyed my outer self and brought my hatred inward.  Scars have riddled my body for going on 9 years.  I have damaged my host.  I cut her.  Burn her.  Starve her.  When I do feed her, I make her give it back in the most painful way.  I scar her more if I allow her too much.  It's a constant give and take relationship with my disorders, and my brain screams at me more often than not.  I am not lovely; I am ruined.  Cursed.  Damned.  I seek no pity, though, for pity is for the weak, and I have made it this far, making me believe that I am, in some shape or form, stronger than all of this.  I just need to keep fighting, and maybe one day accept recovery as a possibility.  But for the time being, I know that I'll just be one of those broken girls on the internet, talking to people like me - more often faking it for attention than not, encouraging disease rather than trying to help others in their recovery from it.  I don't want your attention.  In fact, I don't know why I am writing this. Maybe it's to keep me sane?  Give me something to do? Who knows.  Outside of all of this chaos, I swear I'm considered "normal" by general standards.  Just a basic 19 year old with hopes of being a teacher in the very near future who loves art and music and horses... I just need to battle my demons along the way, that's all.  Oh, and you can call me Dani ♥