I ate so much today. I was so hungry and I felt so bad because my poor boyfriend cares so much that I don’t eat. He sees past my excuses. Doesn’t take the “I ate before I came” etc bullshit. He makes comments. He can tell. He knows. I’ve never said a word but he can read it off me like when a book falls and it coincidentally lands open on just the page you were looking for. To him I am obvious. To him I have a problem. He says. He thinks I’m sick. Let the record show: He was the first to be right. I am sick.
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