My boyfriend does this thing, when I have to leave && I say I love you, he kisses his thumb and does the 'call me' type hand thing, and put his thumb under his chin. He says he made it up, and its his way of saying I love you. No f/ucking clue why. but I think it's f/ucking adorable.
My little sister is somewhat anorexic. &+ if she gets skinnier she might have to go to the hospital and be tube fed for a few months. I'm scared that she'll get skinnier. But there's this little sliver of me that's jealous, of how skinny she is.
Eat until you feel you'll throw up, cry; a lot, throw a teddy bear, kick a laundry basket, scream; as loud as possible, draw something in black, cut up paper with scissors, eat some more, listen to 'Drop The World' a few times, go for a walk, when you think you're dying; keep going, try on a sh*tload of clothes, try to skateboard, throw a tennis ball off your house, throw water balloons out a window, write a poem or song, buy something fancy, dye your hair, b*tch out an ex, cry on someone's shoulder, let someone hug you, cuddle with a blanket, Don't be afraid to breakdown every once in a while.
Dinner.... That's when you left me. You told me you couldn't talk to me for 3 YEARS, while I was eating dinner. So now here I am, 3 months later; eating dinner. Listening to Painting Flowers - All Time Low.. This is part that remindsme so much of you: I wanna see your face and know I made it home; if nothing is true what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.. And I'm about to cry, Daniel. I miss you so much more than you could ever know.. Am I still the girl you fell in love with? Am I still the first girl you've said that too? Do you think about me, like I think about you? I wish so badly, so incredibly badly, that I could have one last chance to tell you I love you, before you forget me. I know once you're in College you won't know me. I'll be just a memory, but to me you'll still be the best thing that ever happened.. I need you so bad. N one will EVER know how much I still love you. I love you Daniel. I promise I'll stop crying eventually.. Love, Meagan.
Everything's falling apart. This is my cry for help, that no one hears. Run away? Maybe I will.. I've lost all hope for myself. I know I won't get better. So what am I to do? Stay here dying, or leave and be happy in Heaven?