MIRA
W: Are you alive?
Me: yes, W. -.-
W: Just making sure.
Me: well can you just make sure at like 3? It's like 9 am, asshole.
W: You can never be too safe.
Me: Shhh
W: Don't shush me.
Me: I want sleep
W: I want food
Me: you go ahead and get yourself fat while I sleep and dream about fitting into a size small, goodnight.
W: It's morning, sunshine.
Me: all the more reason to go back to bed
W: come on! I'm bored and no one here will talk to me.
Me: where are you?
W: a place where people are.
Me: well that narrows it down -.-
W: I know, I gave you all this info and now you are going to stalk me.
Me: Ya
W: just kidding. Your probably in an entirely different state.
Me: who said I was in the states?
W: Shit
Me: well now I know where you are.
W: Well.. I um i.. I'm in never land
Me: So I'm texting a dead person?
W: What? How do you figure that?
Me: Do you not know what Peter Pan is about? *facepalms*
W: of course I know. He takes kids to never land so they don't have to grow up.
Me: think about it...
W: I don't get it.
Me: ugh, why do I talk to stupid people
W: because stupid ppl r like me and u like me.
Me: Whatever. Peter Pan takes kids and they go to "never land" which is basically heaven.
W: oh my god
W: well. There goes my entire childhood.
Me: You're welcome.
W: haha. Ha. Ha. No.
Me: Whateves, I gtg, going to the hospital for my checkup! Yay! Have fun not talking to me, loser.
W: What are you going to the hospital for?
Me: didn't we go over this?
W: No..?
Me: maybe I can tell you later. I have to go, bye W.
It's no secret that I have an eating disorder. Everyone knows. That's why I don't go to public school anymore, I don't care if I tell W, but if I tell him I might as well tell him the whole story.
"Ready to go?" My mother asks as I walk down the stairs with my phone in hand.
"Yeah." I breath and pat away the imaginary dust on my thighs.
The appointment goes the same as it always does. The doctor tells me I have made little to no progress, puts me on stronger meds that I refuse to take and then I have therapy. I'm supposed to talk to the therapist but honestly, the only person I feel like talking to right now is W.
I wonder what his real name is? Where he lives, what he looks like.
I spent the rest of that day watching Will Rivers movies. You can never go wrong with those. I tried to text W when I got back home but he didn't answer.
Just having a movie marathon, fantasizing about the man I love while anxiously waiting for a text that will probably never come. I mean who would want to talk to an ugly freak like me?
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Teen Fiction"I met the love of my life today. I met fans today. He smiled at me. They were sweet. We took a picture. I took a lot of pictures. I hugged him. So many of them were hugging me. I told him he was my world. Some of them said nice things. I...
