"Here’s to what’s next. Here’s to where we’ve been. And here’s hoping we’ll never go there again."
"I have been school-, friend-, and direction-less for about a year and a half. I have cut myself, purged myself, and death-fantasized myself into the hospital, but it doesn’t stop there. I have stolen my friends’ food and spent plenty of time hiding from the very people who can help me. . . .
So now I’m sitting here, drinking my coffee, and wondering “will people even care that you write this, Anne? You don’t honestly think it’s a good idea to put this all out there for everyone and their brother to know, come on, I mean, really?” Well, the longer I keep it a secret, the longer I can go on with my eating disorder, right? Ha. That’s where it ends, sisters and brothers. I’m telling you a lot of things I’m ashamed about to take a bit of the shame away, or at least that’s the hope. . . ."