When your life is an endless cycle of binging/purging/restricting:

On her worst days I just held her. I know my love won’t cure her depression. But I wanted her to know that she will never fight alone.

Who would have thought I’d be the scissors? I always wanted to be the lace.

Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did.

I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.