I want to die.
I want to cut.
I want to purge every awful thing I’ve eaten.
I want to curl up in a corner and hide from the world.
I want to give up, I want to give in.
I want to just stop.
But I won’t. I won’t kill myself, or cut, or purge, or hide, or give up, give in, or stop.
I will keep on.
Because I have to. I have to keep trying.
For the hope that someday, things will be better.