~ilietoyou

I wrote a poem called Darkness that I will submit, when deviant art lets me. Tomorrow, hopefully, I am going to Hershey Park with Shannon and Donna *yay*. Which means no sleep right? Right. It's okay, time with them is worth it. I don't know how I feel, really. Most of the time I feel okay, and I'm eating again now. Not that I wasn't eating before, I would just think of something sad mid-eating and stop. I lost some weight so I'm trying to gain it back. Everyone says I'm getting too skinny and I guess they're right, I want to please them and I don't want to make myself sick. It's just hard sometimes, to eat when you're sad. Then again, it's mostly when I see them, or when I think I will. It's this sudden sharp pain in the pit of my stomach. You don't belong. It was all lies. You are a stupid girl. What an obnoxious subject to settle on, the heartache of a lost love and a poor girl left in the dark. My mother said it was the saddest breakup story she ever heard. Donna said she cried, because she was there when it happened, and she didn't want my world to fall apart. Apart of it did, the part where I couldn't live without a person, but the strong part of me still lives. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Or does it only make us weaker for the next fight?