We all have our obsessions

Sometimes I catch myself obsessing about something and tell myself to stop thinking about it because it will work itself out when I stop focusing on it, but then I realize that I have nothing else to focus on and my life is pointless without it. My life is pointless with it, too.
See, there we go with thoughts that shouldn't infest my head, but they do. I'm worthless, ugly, alone... I'm supposed to look at the thoughts objectively and evaluate how realistic they are. I don't want to do that. I want to wrap myself in anxiety and hide there. But at least now when I think something like that I get a kind of instinct that I shouldn't think like that.

We all have our obsessions, we stated today, and "it should be pretty obvious what yours is, E ;)".
Actually, no. Everyone would guess boys, even though I don't care much about boys, they just kind of come to me ("It's not meaningless, you just attract assholes somehow").

Quotes from today only:

"Considering your lunches generally consist of fruit and cottage cheese".
"You know you're allowed to have dressing, right?"
"Don't you like the food?"
"Just because you count kcals like a maniac"

My obsession should be pretty obvious.

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