when I woke up I was fearful.
Not the beautiful kind,the kind you feel on your first time ridding a bike.The kind that burns your troath,fills your lungs and swirls around in your belly.The sick kind.And why? love.unfortunaly it was love,I miss him and I miss even more,US.when we first met I thought we would last forevetr.I was wrong.
Mrs.mom gets in my room and I know the day will suck:
-Mia,you have to watch your sister and the cat.
- But mom,I just woke up - I say with chinese eyes because of the blinding light.
- That's no excuse,simply watch them,I have to go. - mrs.mom says while closing the door.
Ok.I guess I can do that,right? wrong.Anger fills my body so fast I can feel myself getting sick.
- Mom go away and take this hell of a cat with you and I don't want my sister here. - I say with my face turning red.
- Just take care of them.I.Have.To.Go.Mia.
- Why can't you do this,god,we never ask you to do anything. - Mr.dad lies.
I won't do this,I won't fight with them,no,I'm tired.
My afternoon is filled with: meows,prrr,yelling and juice.lots of juice.It's incredible the amount of juice my sister drinks.She is 99% liquids,She can't get out of the house,she'll evaporate along with the blue sea,she'll soon disappear in the sky,my parents are crazy by letting her get out.
Mrs.mom comes,will I be free now? Can I go? Will you take care of them now??
"I'm going to sleep"
I breathe in deeply,I've changed.
When I was a real girl,I was patient.I was calm,joyful,I only had within myself flowers,butterflies,smiles and will.
When I was a real girl,I would have long talks with my family,we didn't yell,and I didn't feel underestimated.We were a family,and that hurts.Now?
Now we are a bunch of strangers living in the same house.
Lunch time and I eat.and eat.and eat.
I'm still sick inside.
I can't eat without having 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40 different voices telling me I am fat.disgusting.obese.ugly.not worth it.
I need to get out and exercise,I need to get out.out.free.alive.
Instead I'm here in my room feeling like a complete mess,feeling sorry for myself.
Mess.
I don't have any friends to go with me,and my anxiety doesn't let me go alone.I am unable to.
He hasn't talked with me all day,I'm so sorry,but I won't say a word.I'm not worried.
I hope he thinks of me.
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