I wish I could start my life over knowing what I know now. I would do things so differently.
Yet, I am wasting so much time in shame, waiting for a time when I can start living my life again, a time when I am thin.
Every day is such a struggle, and I've spent over 3 years being very depressed. Maybe I don't want things to change. Maybe some weird, sick part of me likes this pain and sadness?