Nothing much happened, I starved, binged, purged, cried, starved, binged, repeat. My question was finally answered: it never does stop. This life I lead will never end, I'm too scared to talk to people to ask for help, I'm too scared of myself to get help. I've killed every friendship I've ever had, I'm weak, I can't keep doing this, going down this terrible path. I'm a failure. I was too ashamed to even write about what was happening in my life. I have no idea where to go next, or what to do about who I am. My best friend has an eating disorder because of me. I was too scared to be alone, I didn't want to die alone. I still don't. I'm scared that she'll get worse, or end up thinner than me. I'm such a terrible person, I don't deserve any of this. I've let down every chance of help or success down. I'm worthless. I need help.
