*every night you are asked if this outfit matches and looks good together.
My son asks me every night about which outfits he should wear and what looks good. 339 more words
I can’t remember what it was like before this.
Ever since the start of that year, 2014 my life went down hill my mind turning into a dark secret monster of sadness, pressure building up, wanting to be perfect with the skinny body and nice thick healthy hair and to be liked by everyone, Ana being by your side when no one else was there, no one else saw things the way you did, your friends telling you it’s wrong, wrong to be sad and depressed, threatening to leave you, so you keep it all in not wanting to annoy them about your problems. 362 more words