We most likely will never meet again in person. I hope we do. But because we live in different countries, different continents, we probably won’t.
That was an awesome week. I don’t think any of you understand what it meant to me. It was my last week as a normal teenager. Sure, I knew then that my sister had developed bulimia and was cutting, but for that one week, I could ignore it. I was in a different place. I was just the girl who likes science, not the girl with the crazy sister. I didn’t have to hear her throwing up in our bathroom.
So even though you all don’t know what it means to me when we facebook chat, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for that week. It’s not an infinity, not a big one, not a small one, just a week. But it was a good one.