It's been a day since our Flordia vacation , And i've been home with my drink dad. It's been hours since Mimi texted or called me, Weird because she always calls me this late at night saying goodnight.I'm not worried tho, But i'm scared because she doesn't know that my bulimia is sorta coming back to me.
" Fat, Fat, Fat." I said looking in the mirror. " All i see is fat." i repeated a couple times. I was getting more and more depressed as i looked at skinny girls on Tumblr. So i went to my closet and grabbed my blades, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a a bowl and i put water in it. I grabbed a towl and my laptop. I sat on my floor crying , Evrytime i shed a tear i cut my wrist. " I'm not good enough." I said cutting my wrist more and more.
* You are beautiful , in ever single way* , My phone rang over and over.
" Hello?" i said putting the wet towl i dipped in the bowl on my arm . " Babe?" Mimi said walking in my room.
" Omg , babe what are you doing to yourself ?!!!" , she said looking at my arm. " Babe i'm sor." I said as she cut me off , ' Shhhh, you don't have to explain babe." she said while huging me.
The night went by , then came the morning .
