Turns out, he was fucking someone else. A few other someones. I broke. I lost it. We're still friends, but I keep my distance, and he keeps his. I understand now how he effects me, and I refuse to bend to that stupidity.

So now I am fucking who I please, and feel more like a whore than anything else.

And I can't stop eating. I really can't.

Depression's back. I feel more and more suicidal and I can't talk to anyone about this because I refuse to bring them down with me.