oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Sunday, May. 05, 2002 | 3:09 p.m.

her sister has an eating disorder. when i was a freshman we'd spend the night down in her basement, on the floor next to the ugliest but most comfortable couch in existence. once i put my foot under the couch. my toes touched something cold. i didn't understand. but she became infuriated.

we found a thousand more bags of vomit that year. in her sister's closet or under the bed. sometimes we wouldn't find any for a long time so we'd think she was getting better. but really. she was just getting better at hiding it.

now that we don't hang out as much, it's easy to forget about her sister. but once in a while, we talk about her. and i realize just how screwed up she is. and just how badly she's screwing over the whole family. things like this make me hate america.

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maybe i am just searching for excuses. reasons she's doing this stuff. and now i'll go so far as to write off her bad choices as the fault of her sister. it's hard for me to place the blame when i love her so much. i'd rather think of her as pure. and innocent. and untouched.

but those are lies.

go on drone