"How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
I'm insecure. I'm dying slowly. I tried so hard to take good care of my appearance. I hate myself for eating so much and gained weight. Soon after, I became a bulimic. I purge out after every meal. I'm so AFRAID of gaining weight and not being “perfect” that I can't stop. If I ever binge, I throw my food up without anyone noticing. I wanna kill myself every breathing second. I cry myself to sleep every night because I cannot take my pathetic life anymore. I scream but no one ever hears me. No one will know how much blood I shed or how much tears I've cried. Even if I were to told you this, you wouldn't care.
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