So apparently i'm anorexic now...according to my parents. they think i lost a ton of weight in an extremely small amount of time. 6 months is not a small amount of time if you ask me...especially for like oooh 5 pounds. i don't really know what happened, but i'm sure as hell not skinny yet. so they should please just like...stop bringing it up...i think my metabolism is finally kicking in. ooh imagine how much weight i'd lose if i actually ate right and exercised. (i'm basically a sloth who eats like a pig) i don't know...they should just hush. because telling me how 'skinny' i've gotten makes me think i can eat whatever i want--which makes me gain weight--which makes me self conscious--which makes me depressed. and starts the whole cycle all over again. i wish everyone would just leave me the hell alone. especially certain people that want me to trust them but how can i really do that when they promised they'd 'come back to me' and still have yet to do so? i want to trust them. but i only can when they keep their promise. then trust is eternal...until then...i'm basically screwed. or maybe if i was reassured that they're still planning on keeping said promise, just need some more time...then i'd trust them. i have insecurity issues. so being reassured would be nice. ahem.