Wednesday, 11th of March 2015 - 6:02pm
I fought with one of my best friends last night. He saw straight through my "I'm not hungry" excuse and he was worried. It hurt me to know he was that worked up because of me.
My other best friend told me she noticed I was loosing weight. Fast. I didn't respond out-loud, but all I can think is good. That's what I want: not to be fat anymore. And if that means not eating then so be it.
Our school has started a book club sort of thing, I've joined. I don't even know why but being there today made me really happy. In fact, I don't remember a time where I have been that happy without faking in what seems like forever.
I don't like being happy. It's just a reminder that things are gonna turn to shit soon. Call me a pessimist but I think that happiness is the cruelest of tortures.
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