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Ya know. Before people judge me, I really wish they would know me. You think I'm fake because I put myself out there like an open book? You think I'm nothing but a liar. You know nothing about be other than the crap you've read in a journal you've been trolling, and I'm the pathetic one?
Have I ever claimed to be anorexic? No. I was, but that path has long passed, obviously. Have you ever gone through anything in your life like I have? I highly doubt it. I have another journal where no one know anything about me, where my friends see a happy face. I just thought maybe I could take care of myself for once and instead I have some troll of a bitch running around online with nothing better to do with her life.
Yes, I joined all these teeny bopper groups, I needed friends who had some sort of common ground. I needed someone who understood where I was coming from. I needed someone to fucking support me when I'm crying my eyes out because my fiance is wondering why I can never fucking have kids and thinks about leaving me. Where the hell am I going to turn to? My journal that he reads? No. Somewhere where I am unheard of.
Obviously there is no way for me to prove what I have gone through, nor should I have to. It's a rediculous thing when someone has literally obsessesed over something they know nothing about. The day you actually know what you're talking about is the day I give a shit, but until then, get a hobby.
Have I ever claimed to be anorexic? No. I was, but that path has long passed, obviously. Have you ever gone through anything in your life like I have? I highly doubt it. I have another journal where no one know anything about me, where my friends see a happy face. I just thought maybe I could take care of myself for once and instead I have some troll of a bitch running around online with nothing better to do with her life.
Yes, I joined all these teeny bopper groups, I needed friends who had some sort of common ground. I needed someone who understood where I was coming from. I needed someone to fucking support me when I'm crying my eyes out because my fiance is wondering why I can never fucking have kids and thinks about leaving me. Where the hell am I going to turn to? My journal that he reads? No. Somewhere where I am unheard of.
Obviously there is no way for me to prove what I have gone through, nor should I have to. It's a rediculous thing when someone has literally obsessesed over something they know nothing about. The day you actually know what you're talking about is the day I give a shit, but until then, get a hobby.