As you have probably noticed,
I am painfully, insanely shy.
I get awkward and quiet
around people I do not know,
and sometimes people I do know.
But heres something
you might not have noticed:
when I am around you, I am not.
I calm down and the silence
that has been killing forever
is gone.
Considering this,
is it really a goddamn shock
that I care so fcking much?
Seeing
Hearing
Knowing
that you are hurting yourself
absolutely kills me.
I have learned how to brace myself
against every kind of pain:
but not this.
Pain only hurts me when it is not mine!
I know you get that.
I cannot hurt or punish anyone for this,
you will not let me punish myself.
So I have switched to something I am awful at:
Being supportive.
I cannot do that worth a sht,
but I will try.
Because no matter what your fcked up self-image says,
you are beautiful
you are nice
you are smart
(even though you do not always talk like it)
this was written by a good friend to her best friend, who is battling bulimia/anorexia. not finished but w/e
