Well... basically, I don't even know what to do. I have friends, my mom is normal—I think—and I get good grades; I'm funny and can do a lot of things. But the day I developed anorexia, it mentally ruined me, and that damage is still there today. Even though I can eat, the insecurity remains. On top of that, I recently broke up with my ex-boyfriend; I carved his name into my thigh, and now everyone calls me crazy. I seem happy—and I am—but only until I'm left alone.