A non-Ana weekend

Never getting up on Ana again, unless I kill myself. I'm done! I don't care anymore. Nobody loves me now, so why's it matter if I'm underweight? Why's it matter if I have all my bones popping out? Why's it matter if I feel beautiful for once. YOu doon't love me now, and you're never going to. I will always be filthy to you. I will always be unworthy of your love. I will never be good enough for your screwed up God. I quit. I don't care if I die from starving myself. Its better than being constantly reminded how much people hate you. I wanna die so badly and I hope its painful.