First snack. I downed the f*cking ensure in 5 seconds again. I feel sooo stuffed. Guilty. Worse than a binge. I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. F*ck. Sh*t. Kill me. This is too hard. They want me to eat fish and chicken. Not happening. No. I want them to put m on the tube.
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My Best Friend's Diary
Non-FictionA few days ago, my friend Jake gave me his diary to read. It completely changed me. I got over my ex-boyfriend that I had been longing for, for almost 5 months. And it showed me that I'm not alone in life. I hope you get to read this too, and it c...
