I believe I'm slowly dying.

Something doesn't and hasn't felt right. If I never come on again it's because it happened. Im really really ill and in pain. I can't lay on my back without my ribs feeling their caving in. I can't take big breaths. I can't eat well. I lost so much weight now. I'm 117. My ribs are sticking out. I've done so much damage I cannot undo and I'm so so scared. I cried myself to sleep. Sometime this year will be my last.