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Thursday, Feb. 27, 2003/7:27 pm help My mother found a spot of vomit that had made it's way to the top of our toilet. She wiped it away with a tissue which she shoved into my face whilst screaming and shouting at me. Saying i look terrible, that i'm selfish and asking why i'm still doing it. I needed to talk to her. I needed to talk to her so badly. I need to talk to someone i'm so scared. I threw up so much blood today, more than i ever have before. It just poured out of me. Stomach pains are pesistant. I feel so ill. I'm crying. No one will help me, I have no one to turn to and i don't know what damage i've done. I need someone here to support me, but i am completely alone. My friends don't know me, i tried to tell Cassie today but couldn't, she wouldn't care. Why should anyone care? Maybe i deserve to die from this. I don't know if i can do this anymore. I'm crying again. I can't stop. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |