each day has our potential written in the sun but we are blinded by our light of what we could have done.

i got twitter - quinnsephine - so K got a blog. we are equal now. although she is actually far more wonderful than me.

on friday i was offered a place at university to study paediatric nursing. i've managed the pain without medication in three days. there are a couple of people in my life who i just couldn't be more proud of. dance class starts soon R. rockness too. and summer ends with turning nineteen, soul survivor and joining cu at uni.

perhaps our dreams are a long time coming, a while in the making and a little off key but doesn't that mean they will be the most spectacular in the end. i hope so.

and what are your fears?

and what are your dreams?

infact, what is your biggest fear; what is your greatest dream?

i love this video, i want it to spread. take world by storm like kony did. because the thing is, yes we have the potential to do great across the world but the thing i think we forget, is that we have the potential to do great within ourselves.

Fears vs. Dreams from To Write Love on Her Arms.

x xx

i'm not asking you to save each other, i'm just asking you to save yourselves.

remember those drugs that killed me, took away parts of my heart that i can't ever get back? now you're taking them, even though you know the damage they do; you knew me when i was trapped and dying, you saw the pain it caused from across the room yet you still want to go there. i don't understand. i don't think i ever will. because at least when i took those drugs, i didn't know the consequences, i was naive. and you, you are not.

and you think no one notices you're not eating. please give us all some credit.

i feel sick to my core. this illness, it disgusts me. it's rotting everyone from the inside out and i mean everyone. for it's not just you it affects. it hurts us all. mummy, daddy, little brother, little sisters, big sisters, friends, best friends, colleagues. we are watching you die and you don't care that you are killing us, not just yourself.

once you've lost someone, the pain never leaves. that tug you feel, that gnaw at your heart - they left that behind so that you might never forget them. doesn't it just drive you mad?

walkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalk.

well that certainly won't be helping either.

what happened to taking up something new, like drawing or writing or knitting? when did we all become so destructive.

and since we're on the subject of destruction. did i ask, why? you want to be in hospital and for the life of me i've forgotten the feelings that cause that wish. i left it behind. good luck with funding, fivehundredpounds a day for pretty much no less than a year of institutionalisation. gulp is the only onomatopoeia i can think that describes.

and L as for your plan, it scares me. what about m and d and i and a and g and m and j and everyoneeveryoneeveryone else? i know you love them. i just wish you loved yourself. oh and the drugs aren't working anymore, i can see that, can't you feel it?

i know i might not be a healthy yet but i'm trying, desperately. i'm trying despite the m.e. and all the pain that comes with it. i'm trying despite the fact that i'm loosing everyone around me to their own mental illnesses. i'm trying because there is no other way; because an eating disorder is a death sentence and i'm not ready to die; because i've seen what it did to my family and i can't be the cause of that pain anymore; because i've seen it ruin families and mine will not be ruined; because i watched a friend die and i won't let that happen to you. will you let it happen to me, again?

iloveyou.

i love you.

i. love. you.

but this me, refusing to watch you kill yourselves.

this needs to STOP. and only YOU can stop it.

we need you, Mm needs you, the world need you.

x xx

if two years is what it takes then let them run by quick, we need to see end of this before the stars break.

it's rainy in the city and it's dark inside and out. mud streaks on the bus floors and steamed windows galore. it's dark in my head and it's darkening my heart. they are struggling and it's killing me, i want to save the world.

we aren't children anymore, we're adults in this world and i'm trying to face it's beauty rather than it's flames and soot. if we're ill in our heads then we're just crazy, but if our bodies are ill then it feels real. is that what you're all aiming for, in the madness of this starvation and scales?

it's like we're fumbling for the light but the bulb is still blown. the problem isn't our desires, it's our actions. i want us to be well. i want you to see each other as positive examples rather than competitors or someone to fret our.

if there was a secret then i'd tell you with no delay but all i know is that sometimes praying works for me.

love x xx