11/24/2014
Dear you,
It's only been a day and I have a lot to tell you. Remember I told you about being a little friendless? Well, I'm not totally alone. Yesterday I saw my friends. We went to the movies and saw Mockinjay Pt.1. I must tell you that I did things that do not make me proud but I would totally repeat them.
First, in the morning, while I was getting ready my dad gave me fruit for breakfast but I was already late and decided not to eat it. I know perfectly well what his reaction would be so I just simply flushed it down the toilet. I know it isn't right, but it gave me a feeling of control I hadn't experienced in a while.
I think I will began to gain control in my food. I won't have breakfast, I won't eat at school, I won't have dinner. Probably I'll finally be thin and pretty. Maybe this way I'll have a thigh gap, hip bones and a rib cage showing.
Later, in the movie, I found a different way to hurt myself when I don't have a wall near me. I just scratch my wrist until it hurts and that's all I need to release my anxiety. My friends never noticed my red wrist or the constant movements I did to touch it.
Today hasn't been an easy day, neither.
When I arrived at school, I was called to the director's office who told me that I had to go to the library because my parents hadn't paid the tuitition (I hope I wrote right). It was just 7AM and my day had totally gone wrong. I was not going to cry in front of everyone.
I stayed in the libraby until 10AM, when my dad arrived to take me home. I was really sad but I know that my dad is doing everything he can to make this situation better. I really know that but I just want to cry and be alone. Slowly drifting in my pain.
Now, around an hour ago, my dad told me that tomorrow will be the same story. He gave me two options: either I go to school and they will sent me to the library again or I stayed home. I decided to stay home. I am not good dealing with whispers and weird glances.
I know I should say/write/think this, but days like today make me wanna die.
Grace.
First, in the morning, while I was getting ready my dad gave me fruit for breakfast but I was already late and decided not to eat it. I know perfectly well what his reaction would be so I just simply flushed it down the toilet. I know it isn't right, but it gave me a feeling of control I hadn't experienced in a while.
I think I will began to gain control in my food. I won't have breakfast, I won't eat at school, I won't have dinner. Probably I'll finally be thin and pretty. Maybe this way I'll have a thigh gap, hip bones and a rib cage showing.
Later, in the movie, I found a different way to hurt myself when I don't have a wall near me. I just scratch my wrist until it hurts and that's all I need to release my anxiety. My friends never noticed my red wrist or the constant movements I did to touch it.
Today hasn't been an easy day, neither.
When I arrived at school, I was called to the director's office who told me that I had to go to the library because my parents hadn't paid the tuitition (I hope I wrote right). It was just 7AM and my day had totally gone wrong. I was not going to cry in front of everyone.
I stayed in the libraby until 10AM, when my dad arrived to take me home. I was really sad but I know that my dad is doing everything he can to make this situation better. I really know that but I just want to cry and be alone. Slowly drifting in my pain.
Now, around an hour ago, my dad told me that tomorrow will be the same story. He gave me two options: either I go to school and they will sent me to the library again or I stayed home. I decided to stay home. I am not good dealing with whispers and weird glances.
I know I should say/write/think this, but days like today make me wanna die.
Grace.