I had an interesting conversation with my mother on the phone this evening. She actually asked me if I was okay, if I was happy and whatnot. Not that I feel that she doesn't care or anything, it's just I can't remember anytime when my parents just asked me if I was doing okay. She said that if I needed to talk to anyone, I could always talk to her, that's what family is for, so am I all right?

"Well mom, if you really want to know, I started making myself throw up when I was 11. I'm 20 now, and I did it two hours ago because I ate dinner at Sonic. You know those scars you've asked me about before? Well yeah...I did that to myself. With razorblades. Oh, but that's all over and done with, I'm not self-destructive anymore."

That conversation popped into my head and I just giggled.

"No mom, I'm all right," was what I really said.