He is back now. For a while I thought he had given up, because that's what people do.
They give up on me.
But I feel like it's all my fault. It's all because of me.
I'm too shy and I'm too insecure to ask if he wants to spend time with me. I'm too much of a wreck to handle a simple no. I'd have to start all over again, I'd stop eating and I'd spend my time crying over it.
And I'd rather not go through that again.
I'm eating again. I guess that's a good thing. It lifts my mood a lot, I have more energy than I did before. I hope I continue eating once I get home.
I hope I get better soon.
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Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
