Daisy thinks I'm trying to get better.
I say 'Ugh, I ate so much today!'
'Oh my god I had the nicest blahdeblah yesterday, it was delicious'
'It makes no sense though, because I am eating!'
I eat infront of her.
I tell her what I'm having for dinner.
Sometimes, I think I'm too good at lying. It's my fatal flaw.
Psychiatrist wants to see me on the 11th
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