Sep 03, 2005 00:59
I hate you.
I see her. She is so fragile. How could you hurt a person like her?
How can you look at her and want to make her cry? And then not care as you see the tears roll down her face...
She's killing herself.
Because of you...
She doesn't eat. She is never good enough. Her bones will never jut out sharp enough. Her ribs never easy enough to count.
If she does eat, she has to run five miles to work off the spoonful of peanut butter that made up breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
You degraded her.
She let you degrade her.
I can't stand looking at either of you.