There's nothing but loneliness in my eyes.

I... am nothing.

The only control I have left is slipping away slowly...

94 pounds today, and I still feel so fat. What's wrong with me?

This is such a lonely life.

Today I give up everything I promised I would not do.

Nobody wants me here, so why should I stay?

Ana, Ana. Why won't you leave me alone? Anorexia Nervosa, why are you doing this to me?

Please forgive me.

Now i know the feeling of sad...