I want to tell you

Dear K,

I know you have been questioning me lately. I remember just the other day you told me if something was wrong, I should speak up. But I can't My biggest fear is you hating me.

I know I probably won't be with you in the next year, but if you hated me, I could never live it down.

You see, I have an eating disorder, bulima as a matter of fact. And food is all I think about. That is why I am SO freking irratible at work and I am sorry.

And When I'm not thinking about food, I'm thinking about the next time I have sex. I know this isn't the life you though I had. Because last year you acussed me of being spoiled.

I have though of the way the converstation would go if I did tell you. Some good, some bad, I think the bad ones will happen, and you will disregrad me. Or I'm scared you might tell her. I hate her, she's not you, and never will be. And If she knows, my secret is out.
Category Dirty Little Secret