Whenever I am sad about you I just look at this ugly picture I found of you and realize sometimes your hair looks really stupid and that jacket doesn’t go with your purple shirt. Then I smile.
When my sister makes herself throw up you can’t hear it through the walls anymore. She said she perfected the art. She said she does it not because she thinks she ugly and fat anymore, but because it is the only thing she can control in her life. And I don’t let people see me cry or be sad anymore. Because it is the only thing I can control in my life.