Well who fucking knew.
Yeah, I know nobody enjoys the downer friend, but it's been just over a week, can you at least PRETEND to care? Fuck.
I'm not actively trying to be a complete and total mopey asshole. I mean, you wouldn't know it from reading this, but everywhere else I haven't said a word about him. On the internet, I mean. Maybe they think I don't need to talk? I have no idea.
Additionally, it's really only the last two days that have been bad.
I feel fat. Amazingly fat. I think I only gained two pounds back after starving but I feel like a blimp.
I wish I could never eat and just sleep all the time. Or have someone who really wanted me around.
It's a constant battle lately. I know I should do this for my own good, but I don't feel like it. Painting, drawing, writing, exercising, just fucking going outside, whatever. Every little thing is a goddamned challenge.
I was doing so well at first. I don't know what happened.
I guess a lot of it could be that the influx of support completely stopped.
Right.
I'm going out to tea at six. I wish I didn't feel like having a full-blown panic attack at the thought of going out into public.
It's always in the back of my mind: "what if he's there?"
And, ever worse:
"What if he's there with her?"
Fucking shit.
I don't know why I fall in love with completely selfish people.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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