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Permalink Reply by Xuut on November 4, 2010 at 10:09am
My older sister and brother have met online friends out of the internet.
As far as I know they are not dead, raped, or kidnapped.
My older sister did it all through coincidence. Oh hey, you're on ship to Newfoundland too? What are the odds? Excuse me while I hurl over the side. (Trust me. You can't get much worse than that...)
My brother was 15 and meeting with 20 year olds (or so.) He was not dead and they were in public places. This was in some town in southern Ontario and no one died (as far as I know) no one was raped (as far as I know) and they had one hell of a time.
I eagerly await the day /I'm/ allowed to meet online pals. LAMPY, if I am EVER in Vancouver, you better be there so we can have tea together.
You knew dad called me fat again. You didn't see me eat lunch, and I told you I wasn't hungry for dinner.
I don't know what's worse; the fact that I'm actually going through an eating disorder again, and I feel like I can't stop myself, or the fact that I know I'll be able to get away with it. I want to eat, but I can't. I want to be beautiful more.