Dear Internet,
Sometimes, most times, I love you. You make my life worth living, you give me joy and knowledge and make me smile. Most times. Right now is not one of those times. Right now, I'm crying. And I feel like both eating chocolate and throwing up.
Why did I have to find this site?
Why can I never, EVER, be skinny enough to be happy?
Sometimes, internet, you make me hate myself, more so than usual.
Sincerely, green_eyes
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