What do we do with a love like this?

I sat on the couch wearing nothing but Andy's shirt and a pair of mint panties. I stared at the ground as I sipped a cup of coffee. I had been up since about midnight. I couldn't sleep. I'd kept having nightmares that I'd wake up crying to. I eventually just left the bed so not to bug Andy. I wondered if Morgan was up.
I sighed a took another sip of my coffee. I knew that she was gonna question about yesterday. About what was going on with me latley...I set down my cup and rested my head to my knees. Did I even wanna tell her? The answer was no. I would prefer to keep my demons in my head. I didnt want Andy or Morgan to see how broken i really was.
They would hate me if they knew how fucked up i was. How much i hated myself and had to force myself to keep going. I didn't even wanna eat anymore. Everytime I looked in the mirror, I wanted to cry. Just five more pounds I think. I'm still thinking that 15 pounds later. Just five more pounds. I glared at the coffee in front of me. God I really hate myself.

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