darling, you'll be okay.
my name is acacia clark, i'm fifteen, i'm straight, i love music and salty crackers, and oh, i love you a lot.
darling, if you're reading this; that means i'm proud of you. i'm proud of you for living another day. no amount of hugs, cookies, or anything else can say how proud i am of you. i know that most days are a struggle; whether it be from bullies or because you have to die your cuts or because people ask why you don't eat, or the taste of your last lunch coming back up was not good. i know. and i'm proud of you.
i can't promise i'm going to be a perfect anon sending smilies and crap, but i'm going to try, and if you make an effort to live - not just survive, i'll make an effort to be the best anon ever.