I had a pretty good day today. I woke up at 6:30a which kinda sucked since I would have liked to sleep in. My back was sore so I went to the gym at like 7a. I went to work after that and worked till 5p.
One of my friends from work asked if I wanted to hang out after work. These guys I've been friends with for years and we hung out yesterday playing taboo. I figured that people would be over again tonight. Anything is better than sulking home alone.
I got out to my car after work and started to back out of my spot. The fucking guy who just pulled into the spot behind me was backing up to straighten out again and smashed my back bumper completely in. WTF. He got out of his car and was like 'i wasn't done parking' Who the fuck says that? Once you're in your spot you better fucking pay attention to who's behind you instead of backing up blindly. I fucking saw him throw it in reverse pretty quickly and didn't have time to react. Bleh.
I went home and change and then went and got dinner with my friend and then hung out with the guys. He was telling me about this ordeal he went through were he attempted suicide and how shitty his life was a year ago. It made me want to open up about all the non-sense I do with my eating problems...The thing is that I didn't want his pitty. I didn't want his help. But I just wanted him to know a little bit more about me.
In the end I couldn't tell him. He meantioned that his roomate, who is another co-worker, told him to find out if I was anorexic because I lost more weight recently. Of course I denied it and that was easy since I ate dinner with him earlier. As we were talking more he asked me how I deal with stress, and I said 'oh I just go vomit after meals' or something like that which is true sometimes...but i played it off as sarcastic.
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