She suffers from depression, anxiety, anorexia nervosa, and ptsd. But I couldn't care less...
I know that sounds bad, but let me explain.
I love her for her... that means that everything she dislikes about herself, I love for the both of us.
She is the reason I'm alive, I don't want to lose her and I don't want to hurt her.
It tears me apart when she talks down on herself.
Deep down I hope that she knows that she's lying to herself.
