I’m so happy I got sick yesterday. If I went to school today I’d probably start crying and tell all my “friends” to fuck off. On another note, I hate how I’ll have a plan to diet or stop eating, and then the next day I ruin it. Today I consumed a bagel, cereal, and chips. I’m so fat. Whywhywhywhy? Maybe keeping this little blog for myself will help me keep on track and make me stop eating after-all.

Everyone say’s I’m so young and shouldn’t worry about how I look and I just want, so fucking badly to get them away from me. No one fucking knows me, and no one even tries that hard. I’m only 13. People think I’m a little kid, and maybe I am. But that doesn’t mean I can’t feel. That doesn’t mean I have to be satisfied with my life.