I tell everyone I stopped self harming a year ago, truth is I did it again just a week ago and probably will soon again.
I tell everyone that my eating is getting better or never say I had an
ED, truth is, I don't eat breakfast, I don't eat lunch, and try to eat as little dinner as possible, nearing those laxatives again, may get confident enough to purge the other way.
I never have told my doctor about my eating issues.
I say I'm better, truth is, I relapsed.
My best friends are not who I hang out with, they are my blade and my empty stomach.
As soon as my friend's sister can buy some more weed, I'll try drugs for the first time in my life.
I don't know as I really want to get better after all. I love the pain of it all too much to try to get better again, but I'll still tell everyone I'm fine and getting better even though I secretly want someone to tell on me, I carved help into myself after all.