Chapter 5

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To be honest, I don't exactly know what I'm doing. I don't even know if I want help. But in the spur of the moment, I felt like I have to do it.

I sat down on my bed and opened up the laptop. Without thinking I started typing:

Dear Demi,

I dont know why im writing this... But i am. And i guess thats what counts. Right? Well hi. Im Ariana Smith, a 16 year old from Northern California. Around this time last year i was raped by my dad. He's been divorced from my mother a while now. Which im happy about because i HATE him... Well because of his shitty movements i began to felt badly about myself. I became insecure. Ive always been bullied but this topped it off. I began to self harm. This just keeps getting worse. I cant stay clean for longer then a day. Im just a terrible person... To make myself seem worse im into pro ana stuff. Im beginning to starve and when i binged i purge.... Ughh... I cant stop.. But im desperate. At times i just wish i was normal. At times i wish i was strong... Like you.

Xoxo,

Ariana.

And without thinking twice, i sent the email.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 13, 2013 ⏰

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