But you told her to smile.
I don’t remember what color her eyes were.
I was pretty calm and kept it together when she was telling me about it, because she was a mess and I wanted to be strong for her, but as soon as I got home, I cried like a baby. I just couldn’t stop picturing that beautiful girl with her head in the toilet and fingers down her throat, thinking she wasn’t good enough. That image alone just broke my fucking heart. God, it’s still breaking it.