laughter

idea

enough about me and my fat body. let's hear about you.

you are not fat!!

sure, whatever, start talking. what is with you? you never raise your hand, you always clam up, you're awkward.

ouch. my pride just got shot. it's bleeding now. it's all your fault.

answer.

i have an anxiety disorder. there. you happy?

sorry.

i didn't know.

i have anorexia.

what's that?

it's what you said, an eating problem, but I don't eat hardly anything. so yup, i fast, don't eat anything some days, working out is my life.

and the worst part is, you still think you're overweight. i can literally see you collarbone poking through your skin.

and i can see your knuckles turn white when you take a test because your so nervous about failing and people judging you. you grip your pencil so hard it leaves marks. you hide away in your seat and never ask for help, and yet you come to me. why?

your approachable.

in what way.

like you could laugh off my misery and point me into the right direction.

huh...

what?

you're funny.

don't tell anyone.

same to you.