"Let me explain something to you fucking dickwads.
Mental issues aren’t fucking Pokémon. You don’t have to collect them all.
Mental issues don’t make you a special fucking flower who deserves the most sunlight and the best spot in the ground. Just because you have it shitty doesn’t mean you get to make everyone else feel like shit for not being as fucked up as you.
This isn’t a fucking competition. You don’t have to be “A depressed cutter with anorexic and bulimic tendencies, and anxiety, seven phobias and schizophrenia.”
Your stupid fucking dieting techniques do not mean you have an eating disorder. The fact that one time you go nervous doesn’t mean you have anxiety. Being sad sometimes doesn’t mean you’re depressed. Staying up all night doesn’t make you an insomniac.
So a big “Fuck you!” to everyone who romanticize mental disorders. They’re not fun and they don’t make you cute or special. They fucking suck."