I'm so ready for this. I can feel myself becoming more and more anxious with each passing second. Tears run but I still laugh. I'm ready to fall again. I'm ready to be who I want to be. I'm set for you to say go. I can do this. It's funny, really, everyday it hurts less and less, I thought it'd hurt forever. I surprise myself more and more. I'm proud of myself. I'm happy to be the person I am. I'm learning from my mistakes and I'm growing up. I'm figuring out that starving, hating and abusing myself, aren't helping me get away from this. I shouldn't take my anger for all of them out on myself. I should stand tall. So actually, no. I don't give a shit. Fuck you.