January 2 1993.
Dear D,
Thought I’d better write something before I pack you! I can’t wait to go to Tunisia tomorrow. It'll be just Joe and me for two weeks.
Mum’s talking about my eating ALL the time. It’s like, just because she knows about it, she wants it all to be ok straight away. She thinks I can just be better NOW because she wants me to be. She’s watching me ALL the time.
Mum says that I should just eat.
Like it’s that simple.
I’ve told her that I’ll get better in Tunisia.
Like it’s that simple.
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