<p>I’m sick of starving myself. I’m sick of the hunger pangs that beat my body to a pulp. I’m sick of myself. I miss my family, I miss my friends. But I can’t see them. Why must their activities centre around food?? I’m sick of feeling tired. My hair is falling out. How much longer can I pretend everything’s okay. The more weight I lose, the fatter I feel. The fatter I am. Everyday is excruciating. I want to know how people can eat and still smile and laugh. I have no energy to smile and laugh. I can’t even remember that last real meal I had. A year ago? It feels more like a million. I want this to end. But I can’t. It won’t let me. It. That thing. That horrible, monstrous thing that is always there. GO AWAYY…no…please stay. I need you. You’re all I have.</p>
<p>I head off for college this fall and I know it’s just going to get worse. I’m so scared.</p>