Yesterday, my mom was talking to my aunt Lizzy. Turns out she think I need help too. I don't see where they are getting this, I think I'm fine. She says that lately, I've been acting weird... like someone died! My mom wants to send me to a nutritionist cause my weight is getting out of control. I thought I was losing weight, but I guess I was wrong. It just seems like everyone thinks I'm falling apart. My mom worries cause I dont have a job, school, and cause i gained so much weight in the past yr... and all means I need some major help! I dont get it... I told Sean about it and of course, he agrees. He thinks I have some major issues, I still dont see it and I don't think I will. He was pretty much begging me to go see someone about my "problem" but I dont want to... I think there are so many more people out there whose problems are 100 times worse them mine... I'm fine