Dear Diary

I'm sorry its been so long since I've written in you. . . I can't believe its already been a week. To be honest I forgot you existed for a moment then I found you in my closet. Don't worry, I won't forget again!

Some things happened while I was gone. . .

Things haven't really gotten any better with me. If possible it got worse.

Every time I even look at a piece of food I feel sick to my stomach. I used to eat breakfast and lunch but now, I can't. I used to have such a huge appetite but now I can barely eat a sandwich without feeling fat.

Everything I see my mind thinks of ways I could use it to harm myself. I want to cry so badly but crying makes me feel so pathetic and worthless, so, I hold it in.

My closest friend Hayden asked if I was okay earlier. I told him I was fine in slight hopes he'd notice I'm not but he didn't. He just smiled, patted my head, and walked away. None of my other friends have noticed my change but it's not much of a surprise I guess.

Anyways its getting late so I should go to bed soon. I'll write in this tomorrow if I can. Bye.

- The Writer