There's a voice in my head. It's different every day - sometimes it's kind, sometimes angry, disappointed, upset, ashamed, happy. But it's always there. It gets louder when I'm alone, when the voices of my friends and family aren't there to drown it out. It whispers to me, constantly. Sometimes the whispers become shouts. But I always, always hear the message - you're an ugly, fat, stupid, worthless girl. You don't deserve to live. And when I eat or go out or do anything at all it gets louder, angrier, meaner. If I cut or starve myself it tells me I've done well and it'll be a little bit nicer for a day or two, before going back to what I hate to call normal. But... you know what? It never, ever leaves.