In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because what could I really say anyw
Thin Is What I'm BecomingHaven't sleptIt's 11:11I wish to see my ribsPlease don't let me eat todayCoffee, cigarettesCoffee, booksHands shaking can't turn the pagesBurnt myself didn't feel a thingDark circlesPale skin like a corpseLiving deadI'm not really living, anymoreSmile laugh smileNo, I'm not hungryI already ateWho's stomach is growling? Feed herFriends everywhereI dream about you dyingCan't trust you, backstabberThey're out to get me, I swearDelusional and bleedingWhat's inpatient mean?It's summer, I feel like winterShe loves me, she loves me not...Anorexia don't leaveWithout you I can't breatheWhy be strong?
This is AnaDear Reader, So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you. Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Lo
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