Ana

It's been six weeks. Cassie is in a treatment center. She's gaining weight. Very slowly, and with a lot of struggle. But she's gaining wight and getting better.

She told me about her obsession with being perfect, and what's sick is that I understand her. Maybe I even agree. After all, what girl doesn't want to be looked at, desired, loved? And perfect girls are looked at. Perfect girls are desired. Perfect girls are loved.

Rick and I are still together. I love him, and he says he loves me. But how can he love me? I am a horrible person and a horrible friends, and I am NOT perfect. I was oblivious to what Cassie was going through, and she almost died because of that obliviousness. To make things worse, I stole Rick from Cassie. She liked him first. And he chose me.

I am such a bad person.

I am

so

not

perfect.