monday: 97 lbs // 5 cuts: my mom made me eat during the whole weekend, she says she's been noticing how distant i've been and how much weight i've been losing, she's keeping a close eye on me which i don't like, i feel pressured to do certain things that i don't want to. but i don't have a say in what i do. to make my stress go down i cut my wrist. i cried afterwords and liam didn't call.
tuesday: 99 lbs // 8 cuts : some kids at lunch today made fun of my weight as i walked past them, another said they were just joking, but they probably only said that to make me feel better but in actuality i felt worse, so i went into the bathroom and threw up my lunch. when i walked-or stumbled out, i bumped into liam and he just stared at me, he was reading me like an open book, he could just tell and i wish he couldn't read people so damn well.
wednesday: 97 lbs // 10 cuts: i don't like liam.
thursday: 98lbs // 10 cuts: he didn't call.
friday: 97 lbs // 10 cuts: of you want to know why i don't like liam, i'll tell you. he embarrassed me so badly in front if everyone in the cafeteria that day, he kept asking me who made me do this, i sobbed as i pointed to the table of kids, he grabbed my wrist and drug me over there with him. what happened next was beyond my comprehension; liam went up to the kids and screamed at them. i wasn't scared because of liam's screaming, it was what he was screaming that scared me,
"how could you be so cruel? you made her feel so bad that she felt the need to throw up her lunch! you're killing her!" i never ran so fast in my life.
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lilac fields - payne
Novela Juvenilno definite time of how it became when empty spaces spoke of shame while laying in fields of purple lilac flowers were but a pretty memory. for atop the rainy and gloomy skies with no trace of butterflies we cried to spirits high above to fill our e...
