Recovery // styles [b2 Disorder]

thirteen

"Being sad doesn't mean I have to frown."

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April 2, 2015 -- 00.23

Is it stupid of me? Sitting on the bathroom floor like I used to when I was in high school, I felt hopeless, a sinking ship. I had weighed myself for the first time in a while.
132.7 it said.
I cried.
So I sat on the floor, my body still, my entirety numb. I wanted to cry, to scream, and anything and everything in between.
But I didn't.
So I just sat there.

Sincerely,
Rae
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April 2, 2015 -- 3:33

I rushed around the house, looking for the girl that was laying beside me only hours ago. I thought she had left and done something that I couldn't fix. I was terrified.
I called out for her, yelling her name repeatedly. She didn't reply.
I opened the last door in the house, the one I should have looked at first. She was leaning against the tub, her head resting on her knees and her worst enemy in front of her.
My heart had sank.
I thought she was getting better.

Love Always,
Harry
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The thing about YOU is that no one can replace you.
-hannah