I’ve been better lately

A lot better, actually.
I’m eating A LOT more regularly.
I’m pissed I’ve gotten back up to 122, though.
He’s been a big help for me.
Its nice to be cared about for once.
It’s been 8 months.
I gave him everything today.
I feel fine, but I’m not sure he does completely.
And that scares me. 

I’m going to the doctor tomorrow.
I don’t want them to tell me what’s wrong.
Because I already know.
I know why I feel sick if I don’t eat and sick if I do.
I don’t want them to refer me to anyone.
I don’t want them to tell me to eat regularly.
I don’t want them to tell me to only eat certain foods.
I know what’s wrong with me.
I hate that you told Mom.
I don’t want her to be disappointed when she finds out what’s really wrong with me.
They’re all going to watch me so closely all of the time.
I don’t need to be babysat.
I am an adult.

I guess basically, I don’t want something to be wrong with me.