Everyone at school thinks I'm the happiest person ever. I always smile, I get good grades, I participate in clubs, but I'm fake. I used to hate people who were two faced. But one day I realized I am two faced. I'm not happy or strong or confident. Everyday is a struggle to get out of bed. Everyday I lie and make up excuses, and everyone believes me. No one has a clue what's really going on. No one knows I am battling Anorexia and Bulimia. No one knows that I am depressed and angry. I feel so weak and sometimes I just want to surrender to these diseases and let them make me numb and kill me.