No one's really bullied me lately,

which is a good thing.

You try to talk to me during school.

And I find that really weird,

but you won't stop.

I should be checking my weight more often,

and I should be watching what I eat.

But I'm tired of being tired all the time,

weak and more pitiful.

I don't care if anyone calls me fat anymore.

I did some research the other day.

And I am anorexic.

I am bulimic.

But I didn't want to be any of those.

I wanted to be healthy.

And I know,

I should've noticed sooner.

I should've noticed the abnormal amount of bruises

that continued to paint the skin on my body.

I should've noticed the mallets in my head

that continued to beat against my temples.

All the symptoms were there,

though I was adamant on being ignorant to it all.

I've been talking to a therapist, though,

and I want to be fine

I want to be fine

I'll stop my nonexistent eating habits

I will soon be fine.

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