...............................................My Love/Hate Relation With Life

Can it be? It's like I keep forgetting things and really get dumber these days. I never was a smart kid, but these days, I'm really really dumb! Like in everything, even my English has got bad, don't even mention Math! But it does sound kind of like, possible. Like, my body doesn't get the calories [and all the other stuff it needs], it only gets dietpills, adderall and water, haha. Yeah, I eat sometimes. But yeah, my brains just doesn't get the fuel it needs to work properly.

Well, thats all.

xoxo

Right on time, you came
Almost one minute to late,
But you found her,
Right there on the edge,
of her life.

You were the only one,
Who told the truth to her face
But God, we're so happy that you did
You said; 'Baby girl,
Is this how you want it to be?
We know for sure,
This is not what we wished for.'

She looked into his eyes,
And saw the tears rolling down his face.
It finally got to her,
She wasn't the only one suffering.
She said; 'no baby
I never wanted to make you cry
All I wanted, was to be perfect'

I don't understand why you think it's so much fun to talk about me behind my back. I know, we all do that sometimes, including me. But what you are saying about me, just crosses all the lines. Why do you tell everybody that you're convinced that I have an Eating Disorder? The truth is I do, but you couldn't know that. You say I always throw up my food every night, and that's true, but again, you couldn't know that. So in fact, you're telling nothing but lies. You even told everybody I threw up at someone's birthday party in the kitchen. Which was such a lie!

I wouldn't even mind you talking about it ones or twice, but you seem to be obsessed with it. You spoke about me in the bus, what you didn't know is that my best friend was sitting behind you, and she heard every lie you spoke. You spoke about me at lunch break today, saying I was obsessed with my weight because I was modeling. Yes, I am obsessed with my weight, but not because of the modeling!

Dear you, I guess you have no idea what you're putting me through. You are giving me such hard times these days. You made me cry several times, and everybody know I'm not the type of guy that cries a lot.

So, dear somebody, can you please stop talking about me like that? The whole school is watching my eating behaviour these days. Some are even trying to touch me bones. All because of you.

Well, dear somebody, I wish I could send you this letter, but I just really couldn't, because I Know you'll print this letter and show it to everybody, you're person that would do that.

So, I'll just keep this email for myself.

Goodbye