Oh god. That's so sad.

If my mum wasn't there to help me through a time like that, and then my dad refused to take care of me, I don't know what I'd do.

I hate her friggin boyfriend. ;-; 

What's even sadder is that there are actually kids in Catie's position out there. I have personally dealed with eating disorders before, although unlike Catherine, my parents were exceptionally supportive and always there for me. I think I've written this to show that not everyone is so lucky in life.

Thanks for reading. <3

Quick, quick! Need the next entry! *stares at screen* OMG I love it! I used 2 be anorexic. Apparently. Eating made me SICK but hey it's not so bad now =)

I love hearing this from someone else's perspective.

... Is it sad that at first the combination of coffee and cigarettes made me think of Allen?

Ahm. xD Anyway. Lovely story, Paigeh. ♥

Admittedly, her dad saying no made me feel all teary for a second. Dad moments really get me. x3

LOL Auntie. That's just sad. But acceptable. x3

Thank you, guys. <3 You don't know how much the feedback encourages me. c: I'll type up more soon; I'm out of school now, so I have more free time. Thanks for reading. 

*highfives Yvaine* ex-anorexics unite! LOL =P

I cannot wait till the next part! =D

Day 4 (10:43 AM)

I don't know why but Emily's been especially shy today. I think its 'cause I told her about my past or something. I shouldn't let it get to my head, right? ...Right. Of course it's not getting to me. Not at all.

Today, I noticed that in this hospital the bulimics and the anorexics kind of stay together; the bulimics on one side of the cafeteria, the anorexics on the other. What these people don't know is that I could fit in on both sides...

Well, this is good, I guess. Em asked if I wanted to split the bag of pretzels her mom gave her once we got inside our room. Of course I don't want to(helloo, salt), but it was a kind gesture so I nibbled on one, picking each little piece of salt off it first. Emily seemed to be doing the same thing.

I found myself wondering again why Em was here, especially being so...little. How did she even know what an eating disorder was?! It confused me more than anything.

I, though, would never dare ask her. I don't like to pry. Since I hate it when other people pry me for answers.

Like when my dad asks me (through my mom) why I won't return his calls.

~Catherine Elizabeth Duncan

This is amazing.

You're characters are so realistic, and it's making me crave more.

You write with such... Detail. Passion. I dunno what it is, but you are just really good.

I would love you to keep writing this. It's just so sad.

Wow.

That was probably the nicest compliment I've ever gotten on my writing.

Thanks, Milo. <3

lol I'm going to be a troll and say that it's still written too much like a story rather than a diary. When you're writing like this, your character can be as real as you like but your diary is a chracter's thoughts and if it isn't convincing to the audience, it would damage your character somewhat.it's still to decriptive for a diary and when you want to show what happens through a diary, you need to use different tactics.

Remember, you're not aiming for a realistic story, you want a real story, m'dear!

And as I say always, this is my opinion. You still have a lot of diligent readers and eh, what's one person against them all huh? xD

Raru-I actually really appreciate your criticism. To be honest I always felt this way about this story: I find myself thinking, "Who would actually write all of this in a diary?" more than once. The only problem is I don't know how to properly describe the setting, or details of things, and I'm afraid if I don't, people will criticize me for that.

But really, I do appreciate it. I'm grateful, actually. Thank you. <3 I will try to improve this based on your input.