I try so hard to become well, to not relapse into the half dead stick. Telling myself that what I see is wrong, that no one else sees me the way I do. And I was right, they don’t, they could never handle the ugliness inside of me.
Do I hate him or praise him for telling me the truth, telling me how I look, not to eat, what’s wrong with me.
I can
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