The clock is ticking. This isn't happening.
2003-04-04, 7:48 a.m.

I feel like shit today. Today is stupid. Trying is stupid. I want my bed again. I slept for 10 and 1/2 hours. Run Run Run as fast as you can. No one can catch me, I'm the queen of avoidance. I'm the ultimate faker.

I guess I'm not becuase things still hurt like hell. I'm just waiting for something to happen. What am I waiting for? Till then I focus on losing weight. There's a nagging voice in my head that screams "You're so stupid! Just commit suicide already."

I wish I could. I'm already dead on the inside. How hard could it be to kill the rest?