Well, I tell ya a story... Nah.

But, I will tell you that you must find the strength to endure. If you are luckier than me, your friends pull through with you, not abandoning you, and you eventually achieve independent and happier life.

I have survived all that(minus the disease in a relationship matter) simply by buckling down, enduring the tears, screaming, fights, frustrations...and clinging to hope. I can't say it's been a pleasant ride. I can't say that I am any happier right now. But, I am alive. And, I still hope that one day this life has a greater purpose and meaning. I feel no better than those who can't even speak clearly or stand up straight...but I am alive and still hopeful.

That's what keeps you going. Hope and faith. Faith is better. But, the least you can hold onto is hope.

Your parents are being bastards. Your friends are acting strangely because you are on edge with them. It's just excess tension, I suppose. I never had a group of friends. Always one or two at a time, at most.

I highly doubt you are fat. You are just paranoid and self-conscious. When stress and panic peak, you become very OCD. If you fight for what you believe in and don't let them get to you too much, hopefully that sickness passes sooner than later. It took me many years to shake my OCD habits. I had to realize I was hurting myself. If I want a "normal" life, I can't harm myself that way. Find a healthy eating balance and forget the fat factor. Eat what your body wants and be happy.