I’m mentally ill. I’m chemically dependent. I’m eating disordered...I’m the standard definition of spoiled/good girl gone bad/wasted potential/a parent’s disappointment. I am incoherent alibis and increasingly poor excuses. I am empty bodies/empty wallets/empty promises/empty plastic bags... I am the addictions we pay for. I’m the year you don’t remember and the pain you can’t forget. I’m every cliche reason you have for hating yourself.