I didnt go to school.

I am sick.

I cant breathe.

My nose is runny.

I called the ACT center to change my test center and she didnt even charge me. Probably because I sounded so sick and squeaky and pathetic.

Leah photobucket'ed me a whole bunch of pictures of me. I look so wasted in all of them.

Oh, cant breathe.

The day I am most self-concious, the day I hate my body the most, the day I fear hot weather because of my ugly scars... 
an entry form for National Miss America Pageant comes in the mail.

Irony? I think not.

I thought irony wasnt supposed to kill you.

Eventually, doctors want my BMI to be 21.4
Am going to die.

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Audrey's so fuckng cute. I love her accent.

My mind is racing. Something is wrong ( Read more... )

I used to love piano. I would play every day and not get tired for hours. People used to say that I would end up being famous ( Read more... )

I love my new journal layout.

Beautiful.

Time to go.

I think I will fail all my AP's... and classes, too.

Shari said she would dye me an egg.
I think I might have it, just to crush the stupid colorful shell and demolish the inside.

I am back on liquids, btw.
I puked up the solids.
Did I write about the Vertigo shirt?
I got it dry cleaned.

Lunch soon, ugh.

I am in a daze ( Read more... )

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