Who am I?

You are special,

Are you sure ma?

I don't feel special,

I just feel small.

You are special,

Are you sure ma?

I can never eat too little,

And I'm no so strong.

You are special,

Are you sure ma?

I'm so hungry,

I can't help it.

You are special,

Are you sure ma?

I hate myself,

And so does Ana.

I'm pretty sure I wrote that when I was thirteen. That's a total of two years ago. It doesn't feel like two years ago, it feels like two million. The thing is. I don't really remember two years ago. I was so high on Ana that I can't really say if I was dilusional or not. All I remember is a lot of crying and trying to cut myself, but not being successful. Thank the heavens that all my scissors and knives were too dull, or who knows what I'd look like today. I realize that everyone at done point in their lives asked the question, who am I? But I've never asked myself that until now. And you know why I'm asking that? Because I really genuinely have no idea? For all my life I've been what other people have wanted be to be. I never got a chance to develope my own personality. Well that's changing starting today. I am me and no one can change that. I will be me and only be. And Ana can help me with that.