Jane eat your food, you must be hungry

I'm not anorexic or anything like that.

I just don't like to eat in front of people that I don't feel comfortable with.

My family is good.

My life at home is good.

I just feel like I don't them like how I should.

I guess I'm just a teenager who's going through some stuff.

Angst.

Everyone gets it, mostly teens.

Playing with your food isn't going to make it go away.

I know, mom.

So, I eat my food.

It tastes good, but I feel uncomfortable.

After I finish, I excuse myself.

I went to my room and sat in the dark.

I stared at a shiny, sharp object on my night stand.

Sometimes I just need relief.

I need to remember that I feel.

I'm not alone in this world.

Upper legs, no one suspects.

Unless you wearing short shorts that reveal it.

Luckily, I don't.

Tomorrow.

Monday.

I go back to school.

I show up with a smile and laugh and do my work and have a great time being around my friends and people who support me.

But deep down, I know I have demons.

We all do.

The blood reminds me that everyone is the same.

Once it dries up, it doesn't matter anymore.

It's the past.

I go to bed then.

I wake up a new person.

I'm happy.

#dinwasdelious