Dear Diary,
It's summer! You know what that means.
Pools and parties and tanning and sex!
Hell. No.
I hate summer. It's hot and sweaty and useless.
It's been a while since I got home. I'm not constantly being watched. I can colse my door at night. I still have to eat dinner and lunch in front of whoever's with me. I puke after so it's fine.
The doctor has told my dad that I'm "anorexic" and that means starving yourself. They don't know that I have bulimia. Honestly if you told me these two months ago I would slap you and deny it but what's the point now?
The doctor also mentioned my thighs and my wrists. What the doctor forgot to mention is that they should check my whole body not only there. So now when I feel the need I scratch the hell out of my love handles or anywhere I can reach cause I don't have a fucking razor.
Good thing is though no one knows about the self harm but my dad. The anorexia part wasn't exactly hidden.
I'm trying to trick harry to get me shaving razors? Maybe I can tear them apart and use them. I chose him for to reasons. One he easy to persuade. Two he's the least in touch with my dad.
I feel bad that they come here so much. It's like I'm stealing their time or something. Ned still works and goes to college but manages to be here too!
Harry's the same. He teaches Spanish. I think it's really cool and sexy but I'm not here to talk about that. Anyways I feel like I'm taking the time they're supposed to relax and stuff.
Except for Fionna. She already works from home. Online skin therapy or something.
Harry texted to say he's on his way. I hope I get what I want.
Diary I think I'm always repeating the same things here. But I guess that's life. A boring meaningless routine.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary, // L.S
General Fiction[𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅] "Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed forever." No one listens to him so he pours his heart out in a diary. ~ short-ish story !!!Trigger warnings in the prologue!!!
