How can you be so stupid, so naive? It's like you have selective vision, selective hearing. You only see what you want to, only hear the words that make you the happiest. Meanwhile, the world is looking at you with confused eyes. Don't you see? Do you see him kissing all the other girls? Can you see that he is just not interested, not good for you? He is the bad boy. Leather jacket, with studs and tattoos. That's not you. That's not someone you date. It's someone you admire from afar, but never touch.

Have a little self confidence. You don't need someone to tell you you're beautiful every single day. You don't need that. You're so much better than that. You don't need an eating disorder, or medication, or a diagnosis. So pick yourself up. You just look weak. Look at me. I'm suffering. I deserve to be this upset, this sad. You have everything you could ever ask for you don't need to worry about bills or your family's well being. So grow up. Toughen up, buttercup. Your life isn't as bad as you make it out to be.