Anorexia Nervosa Statistics

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So now you see me.
Now that my passions have been extinguished, in advance, without notice.
And so now I'm looking for, often, more often. I had to imagine.
When I stop wanting you, to draw your attention to exchange words and emotions, getting only indifference, if not denial, at that moment, your automatic reaction is that I would not want any more, and the fear of emptiness you brings back to me.
I do not want to have to live with these tricks, I will not force myself to not want you because I know that I would get much more from you. Let me tell
As you are to me indifferent, but it is not true, because I still hate you.
I reset this hatred in the same way I can turn off your brain to make me lie down on the couch stoned by a TV volume too low to understand. All around
says you must break the fucking wall, must be you, because I efforts I've made too many, to skinning, to harden his hands as if I had put in acid.
I do not want anyone, not even me. I do not even want to escape to another place that I hold most dear.
I look at the wall, stop hating, I close my eyes and in the darkness I think of something I suggest instinct.
I would be home.
Home is where our heart is.

My heart is not in no fucking place.