Are starting to form inside my head. I need to accept the fact that I need help, and push away this shame and guilt that I feel. I was going to tell you today actually, but after stalking your Formspring account I realized that it wouldn't be good. You're one of my closest friends and all.. but.. I just don't think you can handle this. People seem to be pissing you off and I don't want that. So instead, I have plans to hang out with another friend who use to do the same thing tomorrow, so maybe it'll be easier to... to well, tell someone I guess. I'm scared just thinking about it.
Also, parents are weird. My mom thinks I have an eating disorder? How does she see something that doesn't exist, but meanwhile, can't see past my mask? Who am I kidding? She probably does know something is wrong. All she ever mentions is how I'm online a lot. It's because I'm talking to someone(s) who try and help me with my fucked up ways.
Sigh. I want chocolate. And baseball soon. No games last week. Four this upcoming week. Another sigh.
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