A close call...Or not

Okay, more about moi. I love guinea Pigs, Koalas, Chai Lattes, potatos, swimming, chess, Phantom of the opera, IM, stuffed animals, books, writeing assignments, chocolate, and much more. In 2004, when I was eight, My parents told me that my stepmother and Sister, Aven, were moving back to Texas, where my stepmother was born. Shorty after my parents divorced. We went from a family of seven (stepmom, sister, dad, mom, my brother, Me, and my godfather) To a family of three. (Brother, Me, Mom) I was'nt used to not haveing my sister around. My sister and I, we would play for hours outside. Now she was gone. I felt sad, alone, lost. I stopped eating, I was depressed. Soon, you could count all twelve of my ribs. I was terribley sick. I had to go into therapy, and people urged me to stuff my eyes out. I'm better now, I'm 110 pounds, but those times when I did'nt feel hungry, are the times I realize how close I was to death. Just Kidding, But I was really sick