Friday, 20th March 2015 - 9:10pm
I feel really empty. Not just because I haven't eaten either. In that sense, I feel completely and utterly heavy. But, it feels like I have a whole inside me that, no matter how hard I try, I can never fill.
I feel so sick. I just wanna throw up, but there's nothing in my stomach to get rid of. The thought of eating makes my stomach churn angrily. I don't think I could eat, even if I wanted to.
You know, the only reason I'm still alive is because I can bare to leave my best friend the way his mum left him, but staying here is making me miserable and he knows it. He knows that's the reason I'm still here and he emotionally blackmails me with it, in a way. Because he knows that I couldn't leave him just yet.
Note the key word there... Yet.
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