After that day in the cafeteria, things got worse in my head. I fell more in love with him, and I broke even more. I used to relapse with scissors, and for some reason I decided I wanted a blade. So I got some. And to this day I have scars. Back to then, things got really bad. I started starving, I wanted nothing more than to be skinny. I constantly sent him pictures that exposed what he wanted to see, just so he could be happy. I figured if I made him happy, he'd want me, too. Things werent quite at their lowest yet, I figured when summer rolled around and he came over things would be better. Needless to say, I was wrong.
