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After 10 years of Anorexia Nervosa I have finally come to realise that I will never be able to break the hold this has over me. I’m not sad or upset. This thought doesn’t scare me, in fact it fills me with a tiny bit of confort. Time to stop feeling and being so alone.

I always thought that I would want to be buried. This has now changed. I want to be cremated. The reason for this being that I dont want people to feel that they have to go to one place to think or remember me. I dont want to dictate a plave for people to put their memorys and leave them there. Their memorys belong to them. They must remember them where and how ever they choose. Thats there right. Thats what I want.