So, I was at school this morning, looking for felonies to commit and delicious cocaine to inhale (for legal reasons I am joking) and the I had to leave an hour into class, we have an A/B day schedule, for a doctor's appointment because I'm always close to passing out and my mom wants me to get tested for iron deficiency.

Once I was done with the checkup and the blood removing and all that, I was going back to school, it was around noon by this point, and my best friend is having a panic attack over Messenger, and I do my best to keep him calm. Once I get back to school, I go to the bathroom (we we're born girls, he's trans and I'm queer and we still have to go in the girls bathroom) and I manage to get him out and he's crying. I'm starting to cry as well because he's my best friend and I love him and I don't ever want him in that sort of pain ever again, so I bring him to the sick room.

The sick room is this small room in the office you can sit or lay down in, it has a comfy bed thing, so I brought him in, explained to the teachers, and sat with him for a bit. I had to go to biology, so I couldn't stay, but I managed to calm him down a bit, and I think he stayed there for the rest of the class, he had study hall.

I don't even know if he ate lunch. Anyway, we kept messaging to make sure the other was okay, cause my anorexia decided to belittle me once I saw my weight at the doctors office, so that was fun.

Now he's looking at old photos in our chat and we're having a blast.

I'm glad he's at least a bit better now.

Just know that I love you guys, okay? And don't be afraid to come to me for help. If you don't want to talk to me about it, I understand, I have some numbers you can text or call if you aren't comfortable with me. I'm also getting these numbers from flyers around my school, I'm not a random person looking up random numbers.

Peace out! -Robyn

If you want the full nicknames, let me now, I can copy and paste them in the comments.