MEET CAT ROYAL, AN ORPHAN ABANDONED AT THE STEPS OF THE DRURY LANE THEATER DURING EIGHTEENTH CENTURY LONDON. FORCED TO SURVIVE BY WITS, SHE CONSTANTLY FINDS HERSELF ATTRACTING TROUBLE WHEREVER SHE GOES. Cat Royal soon finds herself edging her way into lady hood. Being expected to take care of herself, she realizes that her free coupon for free accommodation is nearing its expiry date. She then sets out to pursue her career as a writer but is soon stopped short in her tracks when word spreads that Randall, an insignificant member of her best friend's gang has been caught up in some rather unpleasant changes of the industrial revolution. Her lifelong nemesis Billy Shepherd strikes up a deal with Syd to free his friend but only promises to do so if he gets Cat involved. But Cat doesn't realize that she has it even rougher, now forced to work in a factory, she now realizes that there is something very fishy, something that Syd isn't telling her. Can Cat promise Randall's while securing her own? And if she does, can she make her way through the London crowd as an established writer? Reader, join me as I embark on my latest adventure in the quest for freedom and justice, mingled with an extraordinary battle of wits.

Eli Wyatt Walker is the name. Well, my boy name anyway. This is my story (diary) that I've keep to record my feelings since I really don't have anyone I consider super close that I would tell them anyway so what better way to share my feelings than to write them down? I started out fat and now I turned super skinny because anorexia and bulimia is a hard thing to handle... I worry some people... And myself... Because no one wants a fat person... No one wants a stick figure... What does someone one out of me? What do I have to change to get someone to love me? Find out with me because honestly, I have no idea either. ****THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION****

Self Harm/Depression/Suicide Quotes. *trigger warning*

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

Hi, my name is Anorexia. Ana for short. I'm here to tell a story. A story of struggle, family issues, and most of all, losing. At the moment I'm quite friendless and time will unfold that story but for now I have a question. Would you like to be my friend? I promise I'm nothing like they say. But I have to warn you, you must do everything I say.

This is a real, true story of my day to day life with an eating disorder. I rated this PG-13 as some parts can be triggering. Message me with any questions

This is a suicide note I have written on the back of my english binder. I wrote it there last year during class because I was going to commit suicide during the summer, but I'm still here and I want to share it with you all. Please stay strong, I love you.