Tonight could have been really bad
I got so stressed out from all my work that I almost had a complete and total meltdown. Instead I went to AN’s dorm. We talked for a while and he filled me in on all the dorm gossip that they forget to tell me since I live off campus. Apparently one of our friends had a seizure the night I hooked up with BB. So of course no one brought up the knife, because someone else had real issues.
Anyways, we watched a really emotional episode of Dr. Who and talk for a few hours and it brought my level of sanity down. I actually laughed, which was refreshing.
I was about to leave when he stole my phone. At first I didn’t care and then as he went through my messages I realized my ED texting buddy was on their and I freaked, stole the phone back, deleted the messages and all was well. He’s really curious to see what I was (am) hiding. I don’t think he realizes how much my ED has manifested in the past few months and I’d rather they not. They can see the scars on my arm, so they can get the hint. But I refuse to expose anyone else or let them see me talk about my ED in a more serious and real manner.
I just find it hilarious how it is killing him that he doesn’t know what I’m hiding…
