Partridge

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What I'm telling you is more then I would tell a closest friend. That'skind of the point - there are some things you just don't talk about to anyone you know.

Submitted: December 12, 2011

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I ate breakfast today. I had a yoghurt, which isn't much, but it's a lot more than I usually have. This is the first time in weeks, maybe months, that I've had breakfast on a Monday; I usually have it only once every two weeks, when it's made for me and I can't say no. Lunch was more than usuall, too: two minature bread rolls, one cereal bar, an apple and another yoghurt. I would usually just have the cereal bar, the bread and maybe the apple, if it was a small one. I had a normal meal for dinner, as I always do. My first proper meal of the day is almost always my last. I feel like a lazy anorexi: I don't count caories; I don't keep a food diary; I don't center my day around avoiding food. I just don't eat as much as the average person. I told my boyfirend about my eating habits (why did I do that? Who would do that?). He said that it was fine, as long as I was eating, and not suffering in any way. He said he loved me that night. I said it back, too. I'm not sure if I meant it (I hope I do. I hope he doesn't.), but I think I'd like to. My friends don't like him, because they are so,so cruel (it's humor to them) and he overreacts, takes things to seriously, and I have to hear about it from my best friend (she likes my sister more) who sounds so smug (or is it just me?) when she speaks of it. She's not over her old boyfriend. They went out for months, and she gave him her heart (among other things), which he seems to have taken with him when he left. It's been a long time, longer than the time they were together for, but she still talks about him (I wish she wouldn't). She talksof other things, too, like TV  programmes full of 'teen drama' (which basically means someone breaks up/gets together/ is cheated on every episode) which I hate, becuase they don't mean anything, and they're all the same. We have to wear badges in school, to show what house we are in. They're small, obout the size of a 2p coin, but i hate them. Just another way for us all to look the same, more rules to punish us for breaking. School is no place for the non conformist; teachers expect blind obedience,and induviduality is appreciated in the form of A* pieces of schoolwork which the Principle can boast about. I painted my badge (blue, with 'Elgar' in the centre), giving it a rainbow boarder,and wear it like an earring.I wear a safety pin in the other - my tribute to Punk, which I am sadly too young to remember. My christmas present this year will be a pair of black Doc Martens with Union Jacks on the toes, which I shall wear with pride.


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