My parents are making me go to therapy. My first meeting with her is at 7:45 tonight...
I don't want to stop. I do, but I don't. I hate myself so much...
My skin is yellow. My hands shake and are always cold. I'm constantly fatigued, and my hair is thinning. The only reason I have a period is because I'm on birth control. I have blue-purple circles beneath my eyes. I find it difficult to stand for more than an hour. I can't concentrate enough to do simple math in my head. My hips are edited...and still, I don't want to stop.
I know I should. I know I have to. But I can't. I tried, and it lasted a week before I relapsed, because I had gained three pounds and felt horrible.
Every night, I toss and turn and fall asleep to a voice calling me a "fat cow with no self control" because I'd binged on ice cream or a few marshmallows. I cut myself...I lay on my floor and stare at the wall because I feel too inadequate to do anything else. I have nearly fainted in the middle of the hallway and had to inconvenience someone to get the school nurse for me. I'm nothing but a burden to everyone...My parents have to take time out of their night because they feel I should go to therapy.
I'm beyond therapy at this point...