Binge. Purge. Binge. Purge.
I’m fucking depressed. I don’t deserve happiness. I’m a terrible person. In the past especially, but even now. I’m a goddam fake ass stupid pathetic fat bitch. I’ll never. Ever. Fit in. I have no real friends and no one who even really knows me. I’m hidden from the entire world.
Because the world will just hurt you. The world will fucking kill your will to live.
There’s that familiar thought…
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