…I’m at the point where I just don’t care who knows about my eating problems anymore. I don’t want to hide it anymore. 

Today at lunch, one of my “best friends” (who knows about my eating) said, in front of the entire freaking lunch table, “Why aren’t you eating anything today?!” and after I told her that my stomach hurt and that I felt nauseous, she was like, “Yeah, but you didn’t eat yesterday either!“ 

like wtf. I wanted to smack her in the face but instead, I just told her to fuck off.

I’m just to tired all the time to continue trying to hide this. I wish I didn’t have to hide who I really am, because this eating disorder is who I am. I live to please ana, punish myself because of ana, follow all of her rules, listen and believe everything she tells me.

So why do I hide who I am?

I could care the fuck less if my parents found out, it’s not going to change anything I’m doing anyways.