POV’s Tate
Images flashed in my mind. The first time I ever forced myself to purge. How I’d cried and cried when it wouldn’t work. And then, I’d figured it out.
“I couldn’t control the bingeing, but I made sure that it… got out.” I sighed. “After Halloween this year, there was a lot that was starting to build up. It was–is–stupid. But it still was able to bring it back.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve been… getting it under control. But today…”
Here it goes. The part I dreaded even more.
“I also used to… find other ways to distract myself from my problems.” I rubbed the back of my neck, staring awkwardly at the wall. “I’d use pain as a way to make everything else hurt less.”
Philip said nothing, and I was grateful for it.
“I stopped around four years ago, though. The
