And genuinely couldn’t cope. Like I’d hide under my parents bed to make sure they didn’t, or I’d stand outside their door crying, or I couldn’t sleep because I’d be listening to make sure they weren’t.
IW don’t really know how to write this without it sounding like I’m trying to make myself out to be some kind of hero, because I’m really not.hat Keeps Me Going
He says he likes my body more now than when i‘m starved down, that it worries him extremely whenever i look like that because he does not want to lose me.