Secrets like depression, eating disorders, self harm, or anything, are hard to keep. It’s hard because you want someone to know. You want them to ask why you’re sad, why you won’t eat, what happend to your wrists, or legs. And as good as it feels to let it out, you regret it immediately.

My mental illnesses: It’s all your fault

Me: What is? Why?

My mental illnesses: Everything bad in the world. It’s just your fault

Me: Shit you right

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