January 29th, 2014
7:16 am
Sometimes I sit around and think about how stupid and fat I am.
My mom is making me eat three meals a day now, but I can’t do it. I’m getting fatter by the minute. The more I eat the more fat I gain. I just want to stop!
I’m just not going to eat anything until dinner and at dinner I’m going to eat small portions.
I cut again. Yesterday was Elina’s birthday and I had homework and I couldn’t go over. I feel horrible. I’m her only friend, and her mother doesn’t give two shits about her. I see it in her eyes. I’m a failure. If only she had lived closer I might have been able to come over and have facials with her for her birthday.
She probably cut yesterday, too. On her fucking birthday. That’s just not right.
I spent my birthday in a fucking mental hospital. That’s not right, either.
Fuck, I’m pathetic.
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Dear Me,
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