
Being mercilessly bullied at 16 years old by other girls who you just desperately want to not be made fun of by anymore makes you do harmful things to yourself. But being 22 years old, reuniting with me, and saying I should thank my high school bullies because I’m skinny today is what’s TRULY mentally fucking ill. You don’t know the whole story, you just like hitting people who are down… that’s sad #1.