May 18, 2016. 10:21pm
It didn't work. I accidentally threw up before the pills did anything. I'm trying to find ways to skip lunch and luckily my art teacher is free. So I leave and go now. I'm planning to do this for the rest of the days I have left. 34 days to be exact.
I let out a sigh and burry my face into my cat's fur. 'Fucking hell. If I didn't throw up. If I held it in. If I took more.' All these 'if's were floating through my mind. I yawn. I'm getting tired of my nightly activities. Laying with my cat, talking to friends, looking at social media, writing in this pathetic excuse of pity, crying over the fact that my mom won't change her mind.
Welp, I'm gonna just leave this short excuse here for you. I'm gonna sleep, or at least try to. My eyes are heavy and my head hurts. 'You know what I need?' I ask myself. 'What?' I reply. 'I need a hug, a long one. With reassuring words going into my ear. I need someone.'
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Night y'all
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