I could never figure out why I lose weight when I'm down. It's just as if being sad takes up all the excess energy I had that day. So, I'm losing weight, even though I'm eating a little more than I normally would. And all this studying is making my head hurt and I'm not sure if I can remember everything. It makes me anxious. When I'm gaining weight again, I know I'm finally happy. For now, I'm trying not to disappear. It's scary when even my friends begin to notice how spindly my legs are beginning to be, and the nice tight pair of jeans I just bought are looking drab against me. Or maybe I'm just scaring myself.
I'm a lost sheep. Save me.
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