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Is it really fucked up that I am constantly thinking how much easier life was when I was sickly skinny? Then I had no friends, I didn't care about anything, I didn't care about my boyfriend. No one was going to hurt me or break my heart. No one could do anything that affected my life.
What is sicker: being sick or wishing I was still sick?
What is sicker: being sick or wishing I was still sick?