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[happy-thump]

Please do! This is really good!

[proud.little.wolf]

Indeed. Write more soon.

[Foi]

Day 4 [technically]
12:03 AM

Uh. So my boyfriend kicked me out of the car. Like, literally. They pulled over and he kicked me in the gut, sending me out the backseat door. I still have the scar from his football cleats to prove it. So I fell onto the street curb, and I let the tears run down my face for the last time. That's right-I haven't cried since.
They didn't drop me off that far from my house, and although it was raining-downpouring by now-it wasn't that difficult for me to find my way home. But when I got there, it wasn't exactly the comfort I had wanted.
When I opened the door, the smell of alcohol was distinct among the other warm smells of home. It was enough to almost send me into tears again. I coughed, then looked for my mom. I found her laid out on the couch and totally wasted.
"Mom," I had tried desperately, needing someone to talk to...a mom. "Help me."
The words she said have been played over and over in my head for the past 2 or so years. "Cat," she drawled, "You're a whiny b*tch! Don't you ever relaaaaax? You do nothin' but complaain!!" She then barfed on the carpet-Something I thought was gross then. But throwing up, it's good now.
I never responded. I ran to the phone and dialed my dad's number. "Dad," I had said, "Come get me. Daddy, I need you." I was pleading useless things.
"Catie?" My dad had asked, although I was his only daughter and the only one who called him Dad. "Uh, Catie...now's no good. Sorry." And I slammed the phone down, hanging it up.
That was the day my dad said no. The day my mom stopped drinking.
And the day I stopped eating.

~Catherine Elizabeth Duncan

[You are a Pirate]

Amazing so far <3
I'm definitely following this.

[You are a Pirate]

Begging for more! Sorry for posting right after myself, I just really love this XD

[happy-thump]

I second the above request!

[Foi]

Day 4 (10:43 AM)

I don't know why but Emily's been especially shy today. I think its 'cause I told her about my past or something. I shouldn't let it get to my head, right? ...Right. Of course it's not getting to me. Not at all.

Today, I noticed that in this hospital the bulimics and the anorexics kind of stay together; the bulimics on one side of the cafeteria, the anorexics on the other. What these people don't know is that I could fit in on both sides...
Well, this is good, I guess. Em asked if I wanted to split the bag of pretzels her mom gave her once we got inside our room. Of course I don't want to (helloo, salt), but it was a kind gesture so I nibbled on one, picking each little piece of salt off it first. Emily seemed to be doing the same thing.

I found myself wondering again why Em was here, especially being so...little. How did she even know what an eating disorder was?! It confused me more than anything.

I, though, would never dare ask her. I don't like to pry. Since I hate it when other people pry me for answers.
Like when my dad asks me (through my mom) why I won't return his calls.

~Catherine Elizabeth Duncan

[waitingonhope]

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That's what my mouth is like right now... I can't explain how much I love this!
My pet dragon says he wants MORE!

[Qiokkabee]

More, more MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please? This is great!

[Foi]

Sorry but I will not be writing more.