I am constantly anxious about my health and well being.

My friends talking about me.

That I will have sex when before I am ready because I really don’t want to lose my boyfriend.

Public speaking

That I will never be good enough for myself and others

That my mom won’t stop treating me bad, even if she’s drunk or not …

I worry mom and dad will be mad at me

I’m afraid of dying

I really like this guy but I’m fat and know he won’t like me back.

I worry I won’t come out of my shell. I don’t care how many friends I have, I just want to be more confident.

I failed all my mid-terms

I worry about everything. I can’t even make it to work 75% of the time 🙁

I’m worried about all of you who leave comments. I wish I could help everyone one of you. Just remember someone out there cares 🙂 🙂

Me and my boyfriend broke up and I’m scared I won’t be able to find someone to take to grad

Failure

I’m worried like I’m still being used by guys… 🙁

I am worried that with all the people complaining to you, with (EG) “omg so ands smith said that I looked like I changed my weight by one pound like oh my god” while real people are dealing with physical bullying, and have it far worse, (even though everyone complains about something important to them) than the people that complain for the sake of it. I can relate to the fact of bullying!!

That no guy will ever love me

Okay , so I’ve always been a little chubby I know that but recently with the stress of school and trying to moniter my every move so that I’ll fit in with the people I like, the pressure is getting to me and I turn to one thing that makes it Better , food. Yea I know this sounds extremely pathetic but it’s like a drug and I can’t break free. My desire to be thin and to be fit is very strong but by need to indulge in little pieces of happiness gets to me every time. It starts out with stress and then I turn to the food which then Inturn makes me happy for a short period of time, but after I feel so gross and I know it’s not helping my problem and it’s making it worse and then I spiral down into a pit of worrys and horror. So as usually when I’m faced with these situation I indulge. This probably sounds crazy but it’s a vicious cycle that is impossible to get out of. I need to stop for my physical health and my mental health cause it’s affecting my brain so much to the point I don’t wanna leave my house with out wanting to just wear a garbage bag. But I can’t and I need help. This is an eating dissorder. No it’s not the way you would usually think of an eating disorder to be , but it is and I know I need help but I don’t know where to start.

That I’m loosing my best friend