My dad came over to see my new apartment today. He noticed my fridge being quite empty and offered several times to buy me food and voiced he concern for the way that I eat. He noted that I looked thinner.

A part of me feels quite twisted for feeling so good about the things, mind you that are supposed to be negative, he said, that felt so positively positive. And a part of me even feels guilty for letting these thoughts leave my mind and enter the world.