Look at smol beans' cute little smile. He's so proud of 'the tacos flyin' down the throats'
Josh is worried about me.
I cannot fathom why - since when did I become worthy of this boy?
I'm not eating as much as I used to. It's not even the fact that I want to be skinnier anymore, Carol. I'm almost worrying myself ill. The sight and smell of food makes me feel like I'm going to throw up or cry or scream and break down in front of everyone.
He needn't be worried about me.
I'm still not sure as to what me and Josh 'are'. I stay at his apartment more than my own house, and he likes to sometimes kiss me on the cheek when he's happy. I wouldn't dar question it - it could simply be a friendly gesture.
He's washing in the kitchen sink now; I'm on the table.
He bought my food and I didn't even eat it. It made me feel sick, the sight, the smell of it. He'd never understand and I have therapy tomorrow. Maybe you'll help me.
~ Tyler.
