I can't believe what I did last night.

I told one of the girls I worked with over the summer, the one that K likes, everything.

Bingeing, starving, cutting, purging.

Everything.




And she didn't freak out. She didn't threaten to tell my parents.
She told me I was beautiful.
She told me she had already suspected that I did most of it.
She told me that she didn't want me to hurt myself anymore.
And she told me that she loved me.


I don't think I've ever had this good a friend before.