so lets end this call and end this conversation
"so,how are you feeling? " my mom asks me. Parry, parry, block block.
But this sort of why I called, so I figure we might as well get it over with. My choice: break mama's heart, or just let her be ignorant.
I'm a dumb kid. Part of me wants to run to my mother with everything. I never do, but this time, I decided to roll the dice.
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I went to the doctor about the fact that I can't keep food down. There's nothing physically wrong with me, and the doctor thinks it's all emotional.
Which, to be honest, I kind of knew. So we talked. And I have to go back to him in a month so that he can sort of keep tabs. And he wants to put me on prozac, but I told him I'm not taking it.
Basically, I'm fine. I mean, I didn't want to admit I have a problem. It definetly isn't something I'm proud of, but I kinda needed to start somewhere with accepting it, i guess.
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