Emaciated

I have anorexia, body dysmorphic disorder, social anxiety, generalized anxiety, panic anxiety, depression, and bipolar. And guess what? I don’t care. Although it upsets everyone around me, it satisfies me. Sounds selfish right? It is, but who said that when you walk past people that you make them feel disapointed that you have to even look like what i look like. I’ve adapted to concerning looks, shocked faces, and people that want to “help” me. As if I’m dying, I mean I’m definitely not living, but when you take everything into consideration I’m just losing years off of my life slowly but fast enough to kill me soon.

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