How I Cope With Depression

I tried to start new hobbies like crocheting and starving myself. What can I say, it pulled me out of my state of despair, and comforted me like nothing else ever had. The caloric calculator in my head replaced my heavy-hearted thoughts, and it made me “beautiful”. Could it get any better? I have found my perfect medication, move over Prozack. Ana is here to fix me. It will work for a while, I won’t deny that, but what I will deny is the thought that this is beauty. I will deny that shedding hair is healthy, and my fainting spells are just flukes. I will deny that this is helping because it is actually killing me. But hey at least I can make scarves now right?

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