Truth

Still no sign of them. I want to give up hoping. I'm tired of the stress and anxiety that have built up within me.

I told friends that they're back, but I lied. I don't want them to worry, or to pity me. I can do this on my own. At least I've been trying to. There's a lot to take care of, but I'll manage, I'm sure. Just gotta learn one step at a time, is all.

I still eat one or two meals a day, which I haven't denied. I can be pretty convincing with my storytelling. I tell them I got used to eating little, that I only really needed one meal a day now, and people would buy it. If I don't feel like going to places, I tell them my family has to take me out, or the car is unavailable, and they won't question me about it. If I have to bus far to places, I'll do it. They think I get dropped off, and that's fine, too. They don't need to know what's going on. They won't care anyway, so I might as well suck it up.

But I can't keep it bottled up. So here's the truth. I know no one reads this, so the truth will remain a secret.

As much as I want support, I won't ask. I'll be able.