What my soul really wants is to be taken care of. All the little things, people who love me, surrounding me making sure I am safe at night, offering me breakfast in the morning. All of those little things kids get from their parents that for some reason or not I never felt I got enough of as a child.
My soul craves to be remembered, not to be forgotten, cherished not abandoned. Those are all things I seek with having my eating disorder. My soul wants friendship[ and longlasting meaningful connections with people. It doesn't want anything extravagant or outlandish... Just something human.
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