I've just written a poem for your birthday on Monday and if I know you well, you'll cry. Not because I'm that amazingly good or anything, but I know you can be very emotional when it comes to things like this and considering for the past 4 and a half months you've been living thousands of miles away, without having the chance to go home like I have, I think, and hope, you'll be touched by it.
At the same time, I really hope your Dad's flight isn't cancelled tomorrow. It'll knock you so much, I know it. Once he gets to the first stopover, he'll be fine, it's just that very first flight. The snow is SO bad at home now, I really think it is touch and go whether the flight goes ahead or not.
Whatever happens, know that I love you and I really miss you. See you in the summer.
I hate you. I keep picturing your face. I feel a burning hatred towards you and C. I don't know why I should feel anger towards you above others but I do. If I knew your real name, I would seriously consider reporting you. Unfortunately, I know there isn't enough evidence to make you pay for what you did.
Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table
- T.S. Elliot
L: You have no fucking idea how much you make my insides ache. I love you to pieces but you trigger me to tears. Literally. But I'll always love you because you're my sister. Please, please believe me when I say I'd die for you. If shooting myself saved your life, I'd do it without a second thought. Just because I don't show it doesn't mean it's not there.
C: Will I message you or will you message me? I don't want to message you now because I'm busy but I feel like if I wait until I'm not you'll feel like I forgot/couldn't be bothered/I don't know. The whole situation just makes me feel guilty and I haven't even done anything wrong yet.
B: Sorry. I keep forgetting to stop with the negative thinking and mind-reading. And I'm sorry I let you down again. I am trying to stop, really I am. I know it was a while ago, but it's been even longer since I've seen you. I'm glad our next appointment is soon. I miss talking to you. You've helped me a lot and if I need to go to D's again to see you more, then I will, because I'm not ready to do this on my own just yet. Things are getting bad again and I feel like you're the only person who I can be just plainly honest to. But I'm sorry again. Because I can't tell you about my eating problems. You know everything but that. And I'm sorry about that. But I just can't bring myself to let anyone know. And as much as I hate it, myself, everything, for it, that includes you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I am. I can't even say it enough. I'm sorry.
I: I don't know where to go from here. I just feel a kind of... nothing. So I'm sitting here, just blank.
So what if some weeks I barely eat x and yet other days I eat the normal amount
Parents
Stop going on about the dog
Dad stop calling teddy a hound
And stop asking me what's my name is
Leave me alone
So what if I don't brush my hair frequently like most girls hair is hair
Do you want me to feel comfortable working here or not? I go off work for six months with anorexia and then you sit there and tell me how much I'm eating and analyse everything about my food? Seriously??
I'm sorry I am FAT and dirty and bad. I've been unacceptable and I broke your rules. I won't keep breaking them. I need you like air please don't ever leave me. I will take the punishment I deserve. Don't go I'm sorry x