My eating habits took a bit of a plummet today. I was doing so well, mind you.
But there's always that one person isn't there? That one person who just can't find one good thing in anything even if it's a pot of rainbows and unicorns glazed with glitter :/
This person was my therapist. Ironic, yeah?
I told her my grand news of gaining more weight and the woman had the nerve to shoot down my tiny bubble of hope...
I came home, binged and spent two hours throwing it up and crying in my bathroom.
My dad came home early and we fought for hours about it. During this fight, he continuously reminded me that none of my other siblings have problems like I do.
Dorian got into Harvard to be some fancy lawyer and Sam went to the Marines.
Shit, even Emma is better of than I am and she's thirteen.
Here I am. A constant mess.
Sometimes, I think if I'm small enough I can hide away.
But... that's not true is it?
I just want someone to talk to. Someone who isn't going to judge me like everyone else does.
If you're reading this, I thank you. Simply because I like knowing there is at least a smidgen of people who at least slightly care.
God, I hate rambling.
-M
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