Sometimes, I hate myself. Then, my family and society and magazine and other girl and other boys and people I’ve never met. Sadly, I am the only one to blame. It is my fault I allowed myself to be unhappy. My fault I binge. My fault I can’t be a normal person. My fault I can’t go to places with people for fear of being judged when eating. I wish I wasn’t so dumb and let myself get better. I guess I just love to sabotage myself.