Lent
My mother thinks that I should "eat breakfast" for Lent.
I'M ANOREXIC, YOU ... Mom, you will never SEE me, never see me suffering. All I want is to love you. Clearly you love fretting about your weight. I'm trying to be thin for you. Notice me.
I hate you because we had to move from Needville. That's why I started cutting, that's why the self-destructive "games" (to you, to others it's behavior) started. I never wanted to leave.
I'm going to volunteer somewhere for Lent. My mom can take it. I refuse to eat breakfast. It adds 400+ calories to my intake ... why bother?
(Yes, I'm sick. STFU.)
For those unCatholic and don't understand ... Lent is a sick-o celebration of Christ's death, supposedly made happy at the end by celebrating his rising from death. I freaking hate Lent. It's so depressing, and it's awful when you're already depressed.
I'M ANOREXIC, YOU ... Mom, you will never SEE me, never see me suffering. All I want is to love you. Clearly you love fretting about your weight. I'm trying to be thin for you. Notice me.
I hate you because we had to move from Needville. That's why I started cutting, that's why the self-destructive "games" (to you, to others it's behavior) started. I never wanted to leave.
I'm going to volunteer somewhere for Lent. My mom can take it. I refuse to eat breakfast. It adds 400+ calories to my intake ... why bother?
(Yes, I'm sick. STFU.)
For those unCatholic and don't understand ... Lent is a sick-o celebration of Christ's death, supposedly made happy at the end by celebrating his rising from death. I freaking hate Lent. It's so depressing, and it's awful when you're already depressed.