I was anorexic for a year (I'm not anymore thank goodness). It's hard to get past. You can't just EAT. It doesn't work like that. I thought about killing myself a few times. I know this is really pathetic but it was what stopped me from killing myself and made me eat again... my first MAJOR crush. Honestly, I think I would do anything for that kid. I wanted to live for him. He still doesn't know I like him, but we're friends and I guess that's good enough for now. It still would make my life worth living for if that were the only thing I had.