“why bother? why bother with me?”

but when I got sick, they became totally focused on my disorder.  what I was eating, how skinny I became — everything shifted from our family to just … me.

I’m ready to quit.

I’m drawing up plans.
not necessarily to carry out;
but to at least comfort me.

I have felt so alone for so long.

the above is my plan for the next three weeks
(more about their extending my rehab time in the next post):
fake it till you Make it.

and Making it, in this case, is finally Leaving.

You wanted me to be normal, I know.  But I’m not, and I’m never gonna be.


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