I am 25 and lonely. I let an eating disorder and a low self-esteem destroy my dreams and send me packing from Italy. 3 years later and I still hate my body, but no longer have the will power to starve. I just left my boyfriend of 2 years beca
use I never felt tly happy with him. Now most nights I drink until I forget what lonely feels like. I can't seem to beg a guy to take me home, despite my increasingly desperate displays at the bars. Every night the despair increases. I am about to graduate with a teaching degree and all I can do is hope working with children will bring enough joy and be enough of a distraction. | |
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