I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

33.

Hi everybody!
I'm Carrie, this is Cheryl, this is Josh, and this is Brian!
Oh no.
Not this idiot again.


Now, since we have a new member, we're all going to go around and say why we're here!
You know the rules, no secrets from the group!
Shit, everyone is throwing me dirty looks.

Okay, let's start on my right.
If you don't want to say your name, that's okay.
Thank god.

Anorexia.
Bulimia.
Bulimia.
Addiction.
Cutting.
Anorexia.
Anorexia.
Addiction.
Now it's my turn.
Only one other person said cutting.
Well, it's now or never.


Cutting.
Then it was on to the next person.
That wasn't as bad as I thought.
At least Rafaella wasn't in this group.


Everyone was pretty encouraging, I guess.
I still hate it here, but maybe it's not as bad as I thought.

I see people going home everyday, cured.
I wonder if that will ever be me.

Who am I kidding?
I am incurable.
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