Their Love is Endless

Before

Daisy

I've just been excepted into the university I've always wanted to go to, The University of Brighton, studying Interior design. It's just good to go someplace else and Brighton's five hours away from my hometown of Cheshire. However my depression and anxiety becomes a problem, it's taking over my life. I can't walk down the street without thinking someone's talking about me, so how am I meant to cope with university, all them people I don't know and that far from home. I'm not exactly good at making friends as you can probably tell. I can't look at anyone and smile or laugh. In fact I can't remember the last time I laughed or even smiled. And when I walk past a mirror it's the worst thing ever. You know how people can look in the mirror and like what they see or even think 'oh I look nice today' yeah? Well that doesn't happen to me, I can not look in the mirror and think I look nice I mean how could anyone think I look nice. I'm ugly.

My skin is ghostly white and then my brown hair makes it look even paler, and no boy likes pale skin, they all like curvy tan girls with bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. Talking of eyes mine are grey, how boring, and I'm not exactly curvy in fact I've suffered from anorexia for two years, add that to the long list of things that are wrong with me. I just want to be like all those other girls, all those other perfect girls.

Even my best friend, my only friend, is perfect. Lucy is her name, even that's perfect, it's better than Daisy. Ergh I hate my name (add that to the list of things I hate about myself). Back to Lucy, she has perfectly straight waist length honey-coloured hair and beautiful bright blue eyes that stand out on her sun-kissed skin. She has a desirable hourglass figure that most girls would die for, especially me. And don't mention the boys, they all drawl over her, no wonder why she's beautiful. While all the boys stare with sheer shock of her beauty, they all stare at me with disgust. Why can't I be her?

When boys look at me I wonder what they think? No one could look at me and think I look pretty could they? Of course not I'm ugly. I mean no boy wants to cuddle a stick thin anorexic girl, boys like curvy figures. I am trying to eat more and I do want to gain weight but I'm scared if I gain weight then I'll get too fat and no one will like me. I just want to be perfect, I want to be that perfect image I have in my head, the perfect girl like Lucy. But maybe the perfect girls at Brighton will be different but Lucy isn't going there so I'm gunna be completely alone. And I don't mind that, I don't mind being alone just not lonely. So I guess it would be nice to have at least one friend at university. But truthfully I'm not bothered if I have friends or don't have friends.

I haven't always been paranoid about the way I look, I actually used to be quite confident believe it or not. That all changed when I started secondary school. When you get older everyone cares more about there appearance and about other peoples as well. I started to get bullied about my weight and my freckles and anything I could be taken the piss out of for. I got called fat and ugly every day and I was sick of that and started to believe it so I starved myself. It got to the point where I had to go to hospital and inject with fluid because my body was shutting down, after that I started slowly gaining weight but not too much. I'm 5ft and weight about 71lbs and that's 10lbs more than what I was when I went into hospital. So I suppose I'm improving. Just.

Daniel

I couldn't be more happy, I've just gotten accepted into my dream university, The University of Brighton, to study structural design and architecture. I've never been so excited not just about the course and the university but about meeting new people as well. I suppose you could say making friends is easy for me, because well it is. I'm not like one of those shy guys that find socialisation hard, in fact I'm very sociable and well, confident. People from my school would probably describe me as one of the 'lads', always joking around and making people laugh. But never taking the piss out of people cause people that are horrible to other people are arseholes.

The girls at my school usually described me as attractive and I wouldn't say I'm unattractive but I wouldn't say I'm undeniably hot cause let's be honest no one likes someone that brags. But to describe myself I'd say I have bright green eyes and cropped brown hair, always pushed back into a quiff with hair gel. My skin is golden coloured from too much time abroad to get away from the coldness of the United Kingdom. My body is hard and muscular from all the sport and exercise I do. I'm much like my friends really apart from the tanned part, not that I'm going to describe all them to you cause that would take a while and besides I'm moving to Brighton anyway so I most likely won't be seeing any of them anymore.

I currently live in Ireland, in boring old Britain, but Brighton is different. I went there on holiday once when I was like ten and I fell in love with the place and ever since then it's been my dream to go to university there. And now that I've been accepted I've never been more excited to get out of my house and hometown. I mean I love my hometown in Ireland, I live in Dublin which is nice cause it's always busy and I like busy. But I just want a change, someplace different.

It's pretty exciting, you know moving so far away. All the different people, all the new friends, all the new girls. I'm not one of those guys that all I care about is girls but lets not lie, I'm gunna enjoy looking at all the girls in their shorts and tank tops. Just like most boys I suppose. But come on it's summer, that's probably a guys favourite thing about summer. I mean I'm not gunna get to Brighton and just search for possible girlfriends, I'm not like that. I'm also not the kind that only goes out with a girl for looks, personality is important to.

I'd say that honestly a girl just needs to be a laugh and be smiling a lot, not always depressed and moody. She defiantly shouldn't worry about everything and like apologise every two seconds for no reason. She should be happy and excitable not miserable and panicky over nothing. And yeah I suppose looks should be taken into consideration but it's not that important. But my type of girl would have to be curvy, I'm not really one for stick thing girls. And blue eyes and blonde hair would be pretty perfect, and a girl with tanned skin like my own would be nice I suppose. But then again, a guy can always change his views for particular girls.