Just Another Broken Anorexic Soul

I remember when doctor said to me that I have “extreme anorexia”. You know that it was a few months ago. It scared me but also I was proud of it( a little). I thought that “I’m boss” but it was mistake. Right now I’m alone like always and my life… yeah I have more problems. Things with my the last school are more freak, and yeah my practice wasn’t accapted. I feel so unwated and unloved. I miss to everything what gaved me hope, to this powerful sounds of hope. I try, I fight still but I don’t believe in myself