Oct. 9
Dear Corinne,
I did it. I forced myself to throw up. Afterwards I felt so empty, like all the everything- all the words and memories and problems- were in the toilet and I was just a shell.
I left the stall to wash my hands and you were standing there. Looking at me.
You: Leigh?
Me:
You: are you okay?
Me:
Me: ya
You: you know, if you ever need to talk, I'm here.
Me:
And then I ran out. I couldn't stand there with you looking at me anymore.
Love,
Leigh
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