It's day 20 of January. Day 20 of 2015.
20 days I haven't cried in.
I've been truly happy.I've found old friends of mine and I've found new ones.
I go to sleep with a smile on my face, I wake up knowing that today is a new day and today I get to make my own decisions.
Last year I would curl up in a ball and drown in my own tears. I would ask myself what the meaning of life was and I wanted to die.
Now I'm excited for the future.
I don't starve myself anymore. I eat like any other person would, sometimes more, sometimes less.
I'm about to fall in love with a beautiful boys who's also one of my best friends.
When I'm in crowded places I freak out a little and when I fight with my parents I almost cry.
School makes me anxious sometimes, but I manage to get through it.
Things got better, I guess. And I believe things always get better, at least at one point in your life.
Hang in there.
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