23, I dont agree with labels, yet my life seems to have been ruled by them for the past 9 years. Eating Disordered, Borderline, Depressed. Does it really matter what they call me? Isn't it supposed to be how i'm feeling, and WHATs making me feel this way? This is just my space to offload and try to make sense of the confusing depths of my fragile state of mind. All I really know for sure at this point in life is that i overthink EVERYTHING. This is both a blessing & a curse. I'm trying my best to fight my demons, but seem to be going round in circles. I just want to be free.

just another tortured soul.

Welcome to my world; afflicted, addicted, not quite dead but not yet truly living...