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I never go out? Will I ever be able to achieve that perfection that much and then just try, to stop there? 'll Never get in a fucking 36 fucking those weighing 40 pounds and just be so happy? There will I ever? Maybe I should only hope to get out of here soon, this house is too close to me, these people are me too him. I wish I had a few more years, go away, stop eating that food that makes me refuse to ingest daily, do not always have their eyes on him, I could look in the mirror without feeling disgust, disgust, and even a little 'thinking of melancholy when I was still thin, you could hear when my bones, and a bit 'stings and I liked it a lot. Now there's just this fat that does not go away, there's this huge ass, tits that all these "love", but that literally make me sick, you have this belly that makes me ashamed every time I wear a T-shirt a bit 'too narrow or too wide a T-shirt. Will I ever get to that two years ago I did get into this vortex? I still remember that the virtual meeting with F. and his words came in bursts and I spellbound and fascinated I came into this vicious circle. She understood me, she helped me, she was everything. I knew, I knew that I wanted to reach those 40 pounds and I was all prepared. It was pressure and I was watching, and I was overdriven, and if I punivo overdriven, as She had taught me. Now all that rigor, all the willpower I had two years ago, where is? It 'been submerged and suffocated by this fat? Probably. This disgusting body led me to leave and lose everything, dance, tennis, outings with friends, going out at night to party, try the true feelings for a boy, let me go completely to him, be happy . Here's what he did all this fat. And I hate them too, my parents, who did not notice a thing never, ever glien'è not give a damn, and I have just stopped when I almost reached my goal. And I hate even the psychologist, the psychologist that she's fucking slammed the highly secret professional and went to tell my every word to my parents, then words that I did not say much, but sufficientiperché she started to say I had problems not only with food but also with myself, with my parents, boys, with the outside world. Of course, because failing spoken in one sitting at fifteen, she has raised all this, the other fourteen sessions I did not open her mouth and she has come to say all this to my. Fuck. I'll make it sooner or later, to be perfect as I will, as I say. I'll make it and I will see to all that pasta is Michael. Maybe it will take me longer than expected with you that haunts me, but I will reach the my 40 pounds and looked at me with admiration, that you now look at me with contempt.