Dear Roommate,
I guess I will start out by stating that I forgive you. At first you didn't know, and then when you did, even then, you didn’t really understand.
My first week at university, I was alone in our apartment waiting for the three of you to get back from home. Anxiety raced through my veins thinking just about meeting you all, and then there was my past and current experiences with atypical anorexia that led to total isolation — as well as, not going to the dining hall and concurrently, going into a lapse.
