Well, I haven't eaten in over 24 hours, but I ate dinner. I only ate half though. I feel so weak, my body that it. I feel so sick.
My friend could be coming over and I barley have any fucking energy to fix up my room. Its getting hard to do life.
This is a short chapter.
Oh god. I feel like throwing up.
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Dear Dead Diary
Non-FictionThis is a thoughts story. So if you aren't interested then don't read. Also if you are going to read and then complain in the comments, fuck off.
