Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
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I sometimes wonder if, in my friend group, I’m just the butt end of a joke. Not only do they know a smidge about my issues, but I am just plain weird. I am a weird person. I do and say weird things. And I probably embarrass them, though they deny it. Which…I don’t know, sometimes we all do weird things together so I really shouldn’t be so paranoid…but then again, whenever I try not to be paranoid about something, it just happens that my suspicions were correct. Tsk tsk.
I don’t really know how food went today. I feel guilty for the stuff I had, but my sister got a little frustrated with me because to her it didn’t seem like I was eating enough.
