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The next school I had to go to was high school. During my first years, I had no close friends, even though everyone knew me at school.
Some people just liked tagging along with me wherever I went. I was a people person because most people felt free to pour their hearts out to me whenever they needed a shoulder to cry on, but I had no close friend in particular.
When people saw me, I was happy on the outside, but on the inside, I was hurting badly. I had no particular person to talk to. There was so much stuff going on during those years that nobody knew about.
I just couldn’t handle it anymore. It felt as if I couldn’t lift the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I thought of lashing out at myself for it.
I just wasn’t eating much. To be frank, I wouldn’t eat at all, thinking that I might just go ahead and croak from starvation or something. Since I wasn’t much of an attention seeker, no one would see that I was growing weaker and weaker, up to the point of not being able to lift my own weight.
I would just go into the dining hall and sit at the table, give my food to someone who wanted it, say I'm full already, and go to sleep on the table. I would then wake up when it was time to leave the dining hall and then go straight to class and not linger around school.
I would spend the whole day reading in class, only concentrating on reading to avoid thinking about food. When I felt extremely weak and couldn’t take the lethargy anymore, I would just go ahead and eat my snacks at the dormitory. It was a vicious cycle.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJejV5oh7VS
