"Skip dinner, end up thinner"
That's what I kept telling myself. But Ryan was RIGHT THERE. He wants me to get better just as much as I want him to. I can't believe we're practically the same person, or at least dealing with the same hell. Maybe we're both angels dealing with our own lucifer. Fucking hell. I woke up at 3:37 am and I went to the bathroom. I recently found out how to purge, so I did it. Every night. When Ryan was dead asleep, he's a deep sleeper, thank god. But now I'm wondering if he does the same thing when I'm at work. I work as a tattoo artist, I don't look like one. I look like a hair dresser, everyone tells me that. With my light brown, curly hair, green eyes, but dress with band t-shirts that I get from the heavenly place I call home, hot topic. Me and Ryan go there AT LEAST once a month. I love that place, I wish my house smelled like that. Anyways, on with my ACTUAL thoughts. I have a sleeping problem where I wake up multiple times a night, therefore when I do wake up and purge. It's not a good thing, I know that. But I can't help it, it's like a drug. Once you start you can never stop.
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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...