I hate you so much. I don’t know why I believe or trust you at all anymore because I feel like everything you tell me is a lie.
I hate food. I hate the food I ate today. I wasn’t even hungry, I just out of pure boredom.
I wonder what would happen if I moved. If our family just packed up and moved and I didn’t tell any of my friends. There are only two people I would tell. Everybody would just go back to school and I wouldn’t be there. I wonder if they would even notice. I would love to do that. Completely start over and forget about everybody else. It’d be great.
I got really sad when I realized that even if I got skinny enough to wear a bikini next year, I wouldn’t be able to because the scars would show. :(
