I am skinnier then a skeleton, I am a skeleton. My face, body, legs, arms, etc are disgusting, literral horror. Everytime I look into the mirror I wish I hadn't. I don't even look in the mirror to see myself anymore, I rarely look in the mirror or anywhere you see a reflection any longer. I walk with my face looking at the ground, so I don't look at others, and they don't have to see how disgusting I am. I wear big clothes to hide my body. I cannot gain weight 'cause of my eating disorder. This life doesn't bring me enjoyment, never has, never in the last 6 to 7 years. I know my purpose but what does it serve when I don't want to exist as me? When I don't want to be here anymore?