I wandered around school that day miserable, my depression sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to hide it best I could, but my friends could tell. They gave sympthatic smiles, trying to feel my pain. No one knew how I felt, yet they all claimed to. I tried to avoid James, but the pain it put me through was unbearable. I just couldn’t do it. Lunch was horrible. I skipped eating, my throat begging me not to put anything in my mouth. It was all I could do to keep water in my stomach. I stared at James alot during the period, but when he looked over at me and our eyes met, I would quickly glance away and blush. I desperately wanted the day to be over, so I could go home and pass out. I didn’t want to be awake any longer, the pain was too much. When I finally did make it home, I ran staight to my fridge, grabbed the tub of icing and a spoon, and shoved the sugar down my throat. Before losing sight, I took a shot of 150 units, way too much for me. I made it to my room as I closed my eyes and hit the floor.