Vous êtes très frais

Food is the enemy. it hurts to eat. and it makes you fat.
do my parents ever really care anymore? ya they probably do, but why does it feel like they don't give a damn?
it seems like all my mom does is watch that god awful soap opera, rewinding, fast forwarding, pausing, constant guiding light and dr phil all day. on the couch she sits...I want to throw the tv out the window.

we're gonna get the house. closing is on july 31st at 11, also the day of the walk through. I'll have my own room. and the basement to myself practicly.

so tired. so weak. so hungry.

my chest hurts. the breast bone thing or whatever it is between my ribs. it feels like I've had something pressed to it for hours. maybe something's wrong with my heart?

this sadness won't go away
the depression
the pain

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