Tuesday, 12th May 2015 - 8:05pm
I don't know what's wrong with me. I had a good day and was in a great mood before.
But now I'm curled up in a ball in the corner of my bedroom, crying and shivering, my mouth tastes acidic and my stomach is heaving.
I want my Dad to notice that I barely eat meals anymore. I want him to hear me throwing up in the afternoons and crying at nights. I want him to ask me how I am and actually care about his I feel. I want him to hug me and show me he cares. I want him to talk to me again, the way we used did. I want him to notice me.
I want him to show me he loves me.
But why ask for something when there's no chance of it happening? I guess I'm just wasting my breath.
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