my mask is slipping, I’m an alcoholic, I use people, push everyone away, and only really respect people who call me out on my s***, but I’ve seemed to have been doing this for so long I’ve got pretty good at it and no one can tell I’m a mess, everyone in my life is interchangeable, and the few people I really care about have already left. I live alone, and it’s all turned to s***…. Saying that I have nothing to complain about, I’m a fictional drunk / druggy and I’m on my way to a master’s degree and have alright job prospects ahaaaaha oh yeah and I have a few eating disorders.. weighing less than eight stone but again no dr, or anyone I bring this up with sees it as significant… well it’s not like I eat scrap food off the floor anymore cause I can’t bring myself to buy my own food.. oh well