Yuck

I'm so-o-o-o tired. I haven't slept a wink. I'm so-o-o-o-o tired. My mind is on the brink.

P really likes M. I tried to encourage it. But now I feel awful about feeling awful. I can't talk to him any more. I'll ruin his happiness.

I'm tired and I feel sick. I've had heart burn for a few days. I feel completely guilty about eating all the time. Yet I keep eating. I'm the ugliest fattest person I ever met. I wish I could tell this all to P. I miss him after only a few days.

I hate moving. All those boxes. eww. And I hate bugs. I don't want to do anything at all. Least of all moving.

I want to throw up. But I am too afraid. sticking my finger down my thought or just letting it come up. I can't do it. I haven't in so long. And I don't want that label. I'm too tired to care.