i want to have control.
i want a perfect body.
i want a perfect soul.

so apparently getting off medication before you should makes you worse.
i'm getting worse.
it's cool, though. ask me to clean your room! or wash your clothes! or brush my teeth until my gums bleed (it takes about six minutes)! i'll do it. and i'll do it better than anyone else.

dear jesus ( Read more... )

but not for long. i can't believe i'm saying this, but i actually feel big. isn't that ridiculous? 105ish pounds and i feel huge. i guess everyone has those days. or, with me, weeks.
i will control my body to the point that my brain is finally satiated.

if i ever ( Read more... )

WORRIED. i feel like someone's grandma. geez. i worry too much about the welfare of people i care about- to the point that i can't sleep ( Read more... )

i'm feeling better now.

they kill time, right ( Read more... )

DO NOT EMAIL OR TEXT ME UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE THAT IS ALL.

the first intern leaves tomorrow. we had a potluck and a party for him last night. wild games of jibberish words that are only known to the souls and trees and urine-soaked plants of cedar creek ( Read more... )

all talk. that's all you are. every one of you.

bastards. i am officially through with men. for good.