why is it that if i dont write in here at least every week, i go fucking crazy now?
its like i need this outlet or i go bipolar. schizo.
it all started yesterday.
i hadnt drank anything or smoked anything but my world was altered.
talking to meg and sarah was nice but i realized i couldnt shut the fuck up
and i realized that when i realized this my speech impediment was getting worse and worse
and they were giving me one words responses which means they couldnt understand me
so i mustve looked like such a tard.
then i get nick and hes fucking SILENT.
i needed SOMEONE who understood me.
i already had a ten minute car ride of silence and my fucking mind going a mile a minute
"are
sarah and meg talking about my voice now? are they laughing at me like
they laugh at april? GOD they must think im so immature talking about
going to chillis stoned with them. no wonder they stopped hanging out
with me. id run too"
and nicks fucking silent too!
less than one word responses
so i panick- start bitching about dave swope.
hes not believing me or comforting me
i panick some more
i make his dinner and plop it in front of him and go back into the kitchen to make my own
since im starving and all i had ate or drank all day was a 5 hour sugar free energy drink
i get back to him 10 mins later and he hasnt eaten.
i ask him "what are you doing tonight?" since all i had planned was to eat dinner and watch tv mindlessly
but he gets all weirded out by the question and says he just wants to be with me.
then
i feel "well obviously hes going to get bored, im already bored. this
is his break too. why cant he go off and do something FUN while i sit
on my stoop? can't i have at least one STOOP night?"
no. the answer was no. and if i have to feel miserable i might as watch miserable tv.
my mom turns on intervention.
the first episode, none of my inner demons are discussed.
my mom goes to bed and rob jacobs stops by to annoy poor parker
so its just nick, em, and i.
the
episode of the alcohol anorexic who cuts herself comes on and i
immediately text michelle and sarah because ik they are much alike to
the idea of this as i am. michelle doesnt tune in, pry cuase shes
smarter than me, and sarah does- pry cause shes as sick in the head as
i am :)
so it starts off like any other episode but hten i start listening to the family's side of the story.
and the more i hear the more i get pissed off.
a
little girl at 5"7 and 80 pounds telling her parents she needs help
with her eating disorder and parents telling her she's fine and if she
wanted to kill herself she should just do it already.
but emily was saying shit like, "fuck that selfish bitch. id hate her too if i were her family" and nick was agreeing.
i went into another panick mode.
i probably was on and off again crying 6-8 times but nick only noticed twice.
emily
can be a good sister. she can. but she yo-yos are relationship so much
it throws me back into the 13 yr old anorexic body that once had the
sister from hell, that once was extremely depressed and self mutilated
herself to get out of the rut.
how could emily, of all ppl, not
have symapthy for this woman? hasn't she always called herself
THE anorexic daughter THE daughter or ONLY CHILD for that matter that
never belonged?
so as the comments went on and on and emily and nick pricked apart this girl i felt pathetic.
i
felt humiliated. here is my sister who knows where im vulnerable. knows
what makes me crazy. and he fat, drunk ass is getting my bf to voice
the same thoughts. yes- any SANE person thats never hurt themselves,
starved themselves, abused alcohol, would agree with my sister's
perspective. and she KNOWS that. she KNOWS nick is too good for me and
it kills her so she does shit like this to make me subconcsiously hate
him. or to consciously tell him about my past that im just not ready to
do. because once i tell him i cant untell him. i cant skip a meal
without mommy nick slapping my hand. no, im not ready for that.
and i don't know if ill ever be.
nick had his friend pick him up since i was stone cold and was staring at a wall till he left.
i cried in my bed and tried my hardest to fall asleep but i couldnt.
my teeth were throbbing fro mthe crest white strips and my eyes were burning with tears
and my stomach was growling
and my body was shivering
and all i wanted to do was sleep
just
go to sleep and never wake up because i am not brave enough to have to
wake up and deal with the same inner demons a second day in a row.
well i wake up to my phone going crazy.
7 missed called from nick.
4 text messages.
i answer, im all groggy, hes all crying.
i just wanted to yell
YOU
KNOW WHY IM UPSET- CAUSE I USED TO BE ANOREXIC AND YOU WERE FUCKING
MOCKING MY PSYCOLOGICAL ILLNESS WITH THE PERSON WHO MADE ME THIS WAY-
WITH THE SISTER THAT PICKED ON ME AND RAGGED ON ME UNTIL I WANTED TO BE
MORE LIKE HER. THE PERSON WHO TRHEATENED TO TAKE MY LIFE AWAY. THE
PERSON WHO THREATENED TO PRINT MY DIARY OUT TO THE SCHOOL GUIDANCE
COUNSELOR.
thats why im upset.
but i didnt.
i couldnt give him an explanation. and hes so confused.
i just told him i had some inner demons and it wasnt really his fault, it was mostly my own, and i just needed time.
he doesnt understand though cause the boy has lead a perfect, never depressed, has a great family... LIFE!
so how could he ever sympathize with me?
i never though my eating disorder that started 7 years ago would ruin a relationship today.
a relationship of 1 year that was perfectly healthy.
but it has
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