I'm finally well. all things considered. It took a year but well really is just starting over from nothing again. There's no real purpose it it at all. It's just and endless struggle. Why go on? I'm not going to get better. I might find temporary reprieve from all this bullshit but I just don't care anymore. I don't matter or feel I'm worth ( Read more... )

It hurts to go outside. Especially with people now. I have a constant and dull headache. The pain in my brain shifts around a little. Sometimes it feels like there's worms in there and I want to crack open my skull to let them out. I got blood tests done and nothing was wrong ( Read more... )

Know if I can pull myself together anymore ( Read more... )

Bitch ( Read more... )

I got money today ( Read more... )

One of my father's friends one said. 'If your dad could only see you now, he'd be proud.'

My dad ensured that I would never suffer hunger. and that is why I got fat.

I know how to cook.

And there is nothing to eat.

Experiencing technical difficulities.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ed0Y3D2F-ow

Always handy when sobering up and/or throwing up.

As it was written, I had to forget everything ( Read more... )

Not a good thanksgiving.