What do I say here?
I’m not happy. Yesterday was so nice. But I’m not happy. I saw a photograph of me in my bathing suit and wanted to starve myself. Whittle away my horrific stomach. Chisel my thighs.
I want to disappear.
Why?
I suppose I feel invisible. I’m tired. I need. . . more. . . But what exactly do I need?
If only I knew…
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