Wednesday, September 7, 2011

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.


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.


  1. awwwwwww im glad you have that friend <3

  2. Aweee.
    That is the sweetest thing.
    You deserve it, chicka. <3


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