Ive been good for the past four day. No trouble and eating. But when we went to bed at 9:00 I went to the bathroom and threw up everything.
All those thoughts flowing through my head, you're so fucking fat, who would like you? Why are you still here? What the fuck, why aren't you throwing up already. But the techs, they had no idea, they're so stupid..all of them.
Four days have passed since everything happened. I'm getting out today and get to see my baby girl today. I missed her so much. And I hope she missed me too. When I left there were a few new cuts, I wonder how they are.. Or if there are more. Hm..
I saw her, there's no new cuts, thank god. I wonder how she's been.
"Hey, I missed you so much I'm so sorry baby I love you so much."
"Hey sweetie I missed you too"
I leaned my head in to kiss her, she of course kissed me back. "I love you", I say. "I love you too"
•in the car ride back•
"Hey, nic?"
"Yes, sweetie"
"It's...*looks down* getting worse"
"What is, baby?"
"Purging"
I felt a warm streak running down my face. No no no, don't cry in front of her. YOU HAVE TO BE THE STRONG ONE YOU IDIOT, I scream to my self as I wipe the tear off my face nonchalantly.
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Teen FictionI held my eyes shut, hugging him, about to tell him everything will be OKAY. We both know it's not. He's so strong. Always telling me it's going to be okay. He's went through it all before, he knows how it all turns out. That's why he is so brok...