Anxiety

I'm not okay

My best friend was here. I haven't seen her in a very very long time, because there's this stupid distance between us.

While she was here I found the strength to make my bed in the morning, to get ut right away when my alarm went off. I found the strength to laugh at jokes and I found the strength to eat.

I was really happy for a few days.

But now that she's gone I don't know what to do.

Because it's east to fall back into bad habits again, and it's easy to sleep all day. It's easy to lie about already having dinner just to make sure you're not getting forced into eating something.

I hate going back to normal, and I'm not okay.