This is a story about a girl that doesn't know who she is. A girl that is so confused she does stupid things. This girl puts herself through so much that she is physically sick. Beliemia has taken her pain, but left her with a headache. She does it to feel better, and she does it to fit in. She does it, and nobody understands, she reaches out for someone, anyone. But nobody comes, so there she goes back to the toilet, to puick again. Her hand understands. She feels relieved afterwards like she always does. But when something happens, that she can't handle, she's right back there, one finger down her throat and one on the toilet handle.
