Dear Diary,
My mum noticed that I'm not eating and how depressed I have been. I would say sad, but the pain and how 'down' I feel doesn't feel like sadness. She took me to a counselor. She thinks this lady will be able to help me with my problems and eating disorder and all the other things I'm too lazy to write down on this paper.
My counselor and I talked. Not about anything too deep and serious. I told her about my sexuality. She was a bit surprised. She didn't believe me. We talked about my feelings. How I feel about a certain person at school.
As I left she said, "Oh, and Louis, get something to eat, love."
I gave a small smile and nodded, even though I'm not going to eat. I drove home and I went to sleep. Not wanting to deal with any more crap today.
-Louis T.
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