I admire your independence and fierceness. You don't have to ask twice-I'm always happy to help. And I know you're not my charity case. You never were, and never will be. You are mine. You will be mine until you become me. I was simply waiting for you to open your eyes again. Now that you have, don't worry- I'll be there when they (AN: 'they' is calories) become more than just numbers. I won't hold your lips closed- I'll sew them. I won't push your legs into a run, I will be your legs. You seem strong enough to win this time. Just one more thing. Until you are 'Aria', you. are. my. fucking. girl. Don't ever forget that you worthless bitch.
-Aria:)
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No FicciónA 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...
