changing my mind. choosing recovery. i feel weak at this moment, but i know it's what i should do. my parents are freaking out looking at just bones everyday. noticing how i'm fading away. i'm done lying to them that i ate my food and that i actually weight more, just to not make them worry about me. going to bed hungry with a stomachache, dying of hunger. shitting once every three days. only had my period 3 times this year. my hormones are messed up as fuck.
i am done with you, ana. you promised me happiness and the perfect life. yeah, sure, i was happy. for maybe a week. i am done with this.
for you, reading this - i wish you all the best. health. both mental and physical.












