Day after day after day after day.....morning and night, and in between....at work at play, Day after day after day.....drama. We have never met and I have never heard her voice, but drama. I cut myself, but it doesn't help, she says....and my family puts me down, fatty girl they say.....but I have anorexia nervosa. I have no pride, my self esteem hangs by a thread. I have done awful things for attention, just SOME attention, from anyone....awful things, dirty things, she says.
Drama!
The kids throw objects at my head and ask me if I own a brush or a comb or even a hair bow....I roll my eyes and walk away, she says, mumbling..."the bastards." (Fighting tears)
She's fourteen, and an alopecian...one of us!
So I guess, I'll be on the other end of the text message, day after day after day after day.....morning and night, and in between....at work at play, day after day after day, helping her deal with her drama.
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