~I hate looking my parents in the eyes and knowing that the number of secrets i'm keeping from them outnumbers everything i've ever told them in my life~
~I hate that on my birthday all i want is to be forgotton so i don't have to look at a birthday cake and hide my tears, my shame, and my guilt because i can't eat that~
~I hate pretending that everything is fine when inside i'm dying~
~ hate that i always feel like shit but in some strange way thats what keeps me going~
~I hate that people think they know everything about you when they find out you have an ED; but thats the whole reason you have to hide it; nobody understands what you're going through~
I avoid seeing people I care about to avoid eating food.
i hate that i lie to people
i hate being afraid that my friends who know will tell someone
i hate sitting at a table and everyone asking me why im not eating
i hate picking out clothes, i always feel fat.
i hate hiding my ED from so many people
i hate when people call me thin when im really not. when im really FAT. HORRID AND FAT
I hate being awkward in social situations that involve food
I hate that people give me a hard time for being "too skinny" when I am obviously fat
I hate not being able to wear cute clothes often because I am so self concious
I hate having my mom buy me clothes that don't fit me, that I have to fit them
I HATE going out to dinner with friends and watching everyone have a wonderful time
I hate that I compare my body to every girl I see
I hate that even though my body is shutting down, I can't stop
I hate that I am a horrible example of vegetarianism
I hate that I count calories every day and weigh myself two to three times a day
I hate that indulding in ONE normal meal makes me depressed for a week, but it feels like forever
I hate that it never goes away
I hate that now every night i'm dreaming of pictures of skinny girls, bones, small waistlines, skinny legs, sad pale drawn faces...
I hate that I'm praying to be thin to the point of death.
I hate that I'm hurting myself, because I'm a child of God, and God made me to create, not destroy.
I hate that I'm destructive, self-destructive.
I hate the guilt of wasting food.
I hate the loneliness.
I hate not being able to tell people, and when I do tell people,
I hate the regret. Like, I shouldn't have told her, I'm such a stupid, bad pro-ana.
I hate having to justify myself to everyone for every little thing I do.
I hate that I need food to live
I hate when people tell me I have lost weight or am slim because it reminds me of how fat I really am
I hate that I am only happy when I am miserable, starving and alone
I hate that I bruise so easily - I knock into something and have a massive black bruise on me that lasts for weeks
I hate that when my sister hurts me, it hurts a lot more now than it did before I was ana.
I HATE that I am still fat after all of this
I hate feeling weak and lost and like a failure.
I hate needing help
I hate that no one is helping me
I hate that I'm dying inside, where no one can see, and no one can help me with that.
I hate buying laxatives - spending money, and being embarrassed by weird looks from the cashiers.
I hate that my feet and hands/arms are always cold and sometimes fall asleep if I don't move them enough.
I hate that I can't sleep
I hate that I have nightmares about this, about getting fat, about dying
I hate feeling like I have to plan everything just in case
I hate the what-ifs
I hate not knowing when there might be food involved and getting into a awkward situation
I hate saying "I don't eat" so I don't, I lie
I hate lying
I hate not having choices.
I hate that I have to eat at home whether I like it or not
I hate that no one understands
I hate crying when I'm alone
I hate crying
I hate feeling like such a pathetic loser who is good for nothing and useless
I hate feeling misunderstood
I hate that I can't even go for walks at home - no one lets me
I hate being at home, but I know that if I'm alone, I would be dead
I hate that I'd rather be dead
I hate my family for standing between me and thin
I hate being lectured
I hate that no one ever listens to me
I hate that no one hears me cry
And most of all...
I hate me

cold
distressed