When I first opened my eyes, I saw wide. Not fat, not overweight, but wide. LIke someone took a skinny waist and began to expand it. I wanted to help her fix it. That's all, I swear. I never meant to drag her into the pits of where I lay. I swear I only had pure intentions. But when she complied to my whispered words of evil temptation, she only egged me on. I told her to lock her lips. To throw away the abhorrent key that would open her mouth to evil temptations far worse than my own. But sometimes it is hard to make her listen. Sometimes her barest needs take over her barest wants. Such a weak one, my girl.
-Aria
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Документальная прозаA series of 'diary' entries from different aspects of anorexia, some inanimate beings being portrayed as characters. This was a tool used to stick to anorexic tendencies. Other people have more control over you than you do. So when pretending tha...
