-Ding-
I looked over at my phone and wiped my eyes, recognizing the chime from the chat I'd joined on Google. I'd been talking with a guy-I think-who was very funny, and very nice, to cheer me up. I was nearly always online by 4 pm, and as I looked over at my phone and unlocked it, I realized that it was nearly 5.
-Darling, are you alright?
-Hello?
-(Your Username)?
I sniffled, smiled, and started typing back.
+Hey Adam, sorry I'm late…
-It's alright, darling, I just got concerned when you didn't answer.
-How are you today?
I paused, contemplating whether or not to tell him.
+Fine, thanks. What about you?
-Don't lie to me, darling.
I sighed and let out a small laugh as my eyes filled again.
+What, you WANT to hear about how grotesquely overweight I am? How I still haven't had even my first kiss? How I doubt it'll ever happen, because I'm so ugly and apparently intimidating? Yeah, I'm so sure.
-I would like to hear about that, actually.
+Well, I'm legally obese, my parents have stopped caring because I'm so close to moving out, my friends are creeped out by how smart I am, and I haven't met anyone remotely interesting, or interested. :,( Why can't I live in London, too?
-Darling, it'll be okay. This will all pass.
+No it won't. My parents are so overbearing, they don't care, but they still nag me about my weight, and my grades, and safety, and health, and privacy, and just about everything else EXCEPT mental health…
-Darling, they do that because they care. They want you to be safe, and healthy, and loved.