i lie. simple enough. but its not. i hate doing it. my friends have no idea when they ask “you ok?” and i relpy with “i’m fine” which im not. i lie to my parents when they ask “what did i have for food?” and think on the spot of any food to tell them. i dont want them knowing im not eating. if i eat it will show on my body. if i dont then the results are what im trying to aim for. i lie to everyone that my life is fine but its simply not and i cant face anyone to tell them how broken and empty i feel most of the time. thinking lies is easier then trying to tell them that my life is screwed up