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Dear relapse,
Thanks for reminding me I suck. For letting me remember I'm fat. Bringing back the bullies. How much I want to die. For making me unable to cry.
I hate you so much, and I fear you will grow on me. I almost expect you now.
The cuts got deeper into my skin.
With my stomach I can't seem to win.
The burns are worse than they've ever been.
The thoughts not only at night but now every day.
I can't talk to my friends anymore, I'm scared of them.
I'm afraid to go out in public but can't stand being alone.
Thanks to you, I feel so insecure.
Maybe I just won't bother to stop so I don't meet you again.
You almost think you're getting better than you get sucked back in.
You don't for a month.Then two weeks.Now it's every day. Cutting. Now it's not alone.
You stopped eating. You still hate yourself. You're so confused.
Damn, you're good. Even though I hate to admit it.
You're stonger than me.
You win the war.
Signed,
The girl who couldn't keep on