Broken Mirrors

Ana: What a fuckup. She can't do anything right. Like starve.
Chloe: Or binge.
Mia: Or purge.
Ana: She just sits there, staring in the mirror, wondering why nothing ever works.
Chloe: Maybe because she eats like a cow?
Mia: I wonder if she knows we snicker at her.
Ana: I wonder if she knows she can never be my best friend.
Chloe: I wonder if she knows she always uses me when she has a problem. And I love it.

I know. I'm sorry I'm such a failure.

Ana: Why can't she be pretty and thin, like me?
Chloe: Why can't she just not give a fuck like she used to?
Mia: Oh, she always gave a fuck. That's how she met me once. I haven't seen her since.
Ana: I thought you two were supposed to hang out, that time she ditched me for you?
Chloe: Actually, she ditched both of you for me.
Mia: Figures. You're her fucking safety blanket.

I know. I'm sorry I'm such a failure.

Ana: Don't those bones starting to show mean anything to you? Your wrists, your collarbone?
Chloe: There's more food downstairs. Waffles. Chicken. Candy. Potatoes. French fries.
Mia: If you listen to her, make sure to stop by later.
Ana: Don't you dare listen to either of them. Focus on me, sweetie.
Chloe: You won't make her happy, I will.
Mia: No, I will!
Ana: You're both wrong. I will.

SHUT UP.







Wait. Don't leave me alone.
please?