I never tend to actually starve myself at this point... I promise. It's that I have a phobia of eating food from well, anyone. People have been making death wishes on me saying they're going to poison me and I'll die from the next meal I eat. I know, it's pathetic but I'm scared. It's been going on since the first of December. Though, I've been believing that since I was 12. I stop worrying about it because my friend, Dakota assured me that no one was gonna hurt me. I told a friend. Big mistake, she told everyone. They joked and always claimed that someone dropped something on to my plate. Like an idiot I am, I believed them. I skipped meals from time to time no matter where I was. Even now, they still joke about it. This curse lives forever. At home, I use to eat with everyone else. Now I lie and say I've already eaten. Weeks later, avoiding food seem to get quite easy. I'm always hungry but every time I eat, I throw up. I may eat little by little. Though, there's an 98% chance I would eat anything. All I every wanted in my life was to stop the pain but instead I caused more by trying to do everything on my own. To lighten things up, I've been recovered. So I'm stronger then ever. I guess.
