Yesterday I almost told A everything.
Everything.
The things that everyone knows, but I never tell.
If I tell, that makes them real. That makes them wrong.
I'll never tell.
Never.
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the thoughts and whims of a little girl whose only wish was to shrink
About Me
- Margaret.
- I'm seventeen, and trying hard but never hard enough to become absolutely nothing.
CURRENT STATS.
- height: 5' 2.5"
- HW: 120lbs.
- LW: ~88lbs.
- SW:109
- CW: 102lbs.
- GW1: 107lbs. [ x ]
- GW2: 105lbs. [ x ]
- GW3: 103lbs. [ x ]
- GW4: 99lbs. [ ]
- UGW: 95lbs. [ ]
I get so close to telling people all the time. Like a desperate cry for help, just wanting all the inner pain to end...to ask for help with my screwy head.
ReplyDeleteBut I dont, because its never that easy.
They are more likely to laugh, pat me on the head, and tell me to eat a banana and get my fat ass on the running track than consider how much pain Im in....
I hope that one day you have enough confidence to tell A everything, he seems like a nice guy. Love, Sun-lit~ xx
Its the same with me, i get so close like i actually same my friends name and shes like what, im just like oh nothing, its almost as if i want a cry for help, but i wont let myself because being thin matters to me and they wouldnt understand, good luck xx
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ReplyDeleteI feel that way about some secrets. If you say it out loud it suddenly makes them real. Then you have to face them.
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