I am afraid that I am impossible to love, and that I will never be able to deeply connect with anyone.

I think I’m a worthwhile person but I can’t stop putting myself down all the time.

i am bulimic.

No one suspects. They think I’m happy.

Two nights ago I cut myself and got wasted by myself for the first time, just to keep myself from throwing up.

Dad, you think you patched everything up after what happened this summer, but I still feel so much pain. I’m afraid that things will never be the same, and that I’ll still feel the pain when you hug me on my wedding day.

When I’m alone, I cry often.