Disclaimer: Not mine.
The first time I went to the hospital for my disorder, I was at a shoot and collapsed. It was already embarrassing, and when I found out they told my parents, I was ready to kill someone. Still, I managed to pass it off as dehydration. Kirsten didn't believe that for a second, but I didn't talk much to her anyway. Actually, I avoided her. She thought I was sick and I thought I wasn't. I was quiet to begin with, but when I was mad at someone, I used the silent treatment. And Kirsten always did push my buttons.
