So I’ve officially gone 8
hours and 12 minutes without food or any drink besides water. It’s the longest
I’ve gone so far. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but I’ve been attempting to
become anorexic for a couple of weeks now. I skipped a real meal today. I say
“real” because I don’t count skipping breakfast just because I slept in. I
skipped supper today, and my dad grilled… feels like an accomplishment to me.
Now,
I don’t know if anyone would actually understand my thoughts, but I pretty much
think like a recovering anorexic. I know I should eat, I know why I should eat,
but when I look at myself in the mirror it disgusts me, and I want to cut
myself when I eat. I don’t know when anyone will notice, but I don’t care.
Honestly, the sooner they notice, the sooner I can get help for this, and
hopefully for my depression

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