After 2 years of an eating disorder I am recovering. I want this more than anything. I don’t want to see myself in the hospital in a couple months. I want to see me on that court working my ass off. I want to make something out of myself. I’m not the best but I’m determined to get there. I will be the best. I will get better. I will be a New Albany volleyball player. And I will not give up.

I’d do anything to have you for just one night to talk about the most pointless stuff. To laugh and smile just like old times. When we were happy and nothing mattered when we were together. When I was yours. And you were mine.

It’s kind of sad. How when you first start to talk to someone, you feel like you can really trust them. You tell them everything about you. They make that promise you’ve heard a million times. “I promise I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be here for you no matter what.” You try not to believe them. You know they will leave. Just like everyone else. But they promise. You actually think they care about you. They tell you all these sweet things to make you feel better. But soon they began to get tired of you. They don’t want to hear your constant complaining. They give up on you. And you realize how alone you really are.