God I'm worthless. I'm a terrible, stupid, EXPENSIVE daughter. I try to be grateful, but I'm just a selfish, fat, ugly cutter. They found out I'm anorexic. They have to pay for a nutritionist on top of a counselor. Do you know what's even worse? It won't help. My medicine makes me feel worse. I have come to the conclusion that I need to die. I need to cut. I need. To . Leave.

I'm a slob. I'm ugly. I have no good qualities. I deserve to rot and fester and be forgotten. The small amount of pain my family may feel is nothing compared to the relief they will experience in the future.