I don’t deserve to eat. I’m such a horrible person and my depression makes me act out and hurt everyone around me, so even when my mom makes the effort to cook me something nice, I just throw it away like the shitty person I am because I don’t deserve food, I don’t deserve nice things. I deserve to starve and to feel all the guilt and hurt that I do because I’m such an awful, pathetic, miserable excuse of a human being, and maybe if I starve myself and get skinny enough I’ll just disappear. I deserve this.