There's a number that terrifies me, has me hating myself constantly and overall is too high. That number is the number on the scale. 132. Pounds. I'm fourteen and I'm five foot three. Although I've lost 29 pounds, it simply isn't enough. My goal is 90, and nothing will stop me. I will achieve my goals, even if it kills me.
Life itself is overrated and I just don't belong here weighing this much, I'll either die getting to my goals, or die because I'm fed up of this place.
Last month, my parents thought I was anorexic but how could I be, when I weigh so much?
Usually, I tend to take meals up to my room and bin them, but as it is Christmas, I have been forced to eat downstairs. Today was one of the first times in weeks that I've had less than 1000 calories. It's made me happy, yet I feel horrified with myself for eating this much. I get what people mean when they say that baking helps them to control cravings, today I made 5 trays of cookies and it truly does help.
I had a realisation today, when I get angry, I bin food to punish my family because I don't need it when I have too much fat as it is.
I'm going to end it here, for I am tired
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Teen FictionJust an average girl, but with a secret desire that overall kill her. "Life without emotions isn't a life worth living" At least that's what she thinks. No matter how hard she tries, she can't go through with ending her life.
