I’m so alone. I’m in college during all of this shit and I only leave my apartment for work. I don’t really talk to anyone there. My best friends I lived with last year have their own house and two dogs. My parents are an hour way. My mom sent me a text tonight concerned about my weight. I was just starting to be okay with it. With who I am. But now I can’t breathe. I’ve scratched at my stomach I’ve left claw marks. But I can’t talk to anyone because I can’t bother people about this. I have nothing.