Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I DON'T HAVE ANY OF YOUR NUMBERS.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Hey! Hey, you!

Sorry I missed your call yesterday. I was sleeping/working. (Didn't get to sleep until seven AM on Saturday ...). I'll call you tonight, hopefully - I'm just about off for an appointment.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Hannah,

I'm sorry I haven't been talking. It's hard because I'm feeling resentful, I think. You're getting skinnier and skinnier and I'm being forced to eat all meals with my parents and getting fatter and fatter and fatter until I want to explode. Treatment is destroying me.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Treatment fucking sucks.










They're teaching my parents tips and tricks to figure out if I'm recovering or not. Now I don't know if I can hide this anymore. Vitals at the doctor's every two weeks.
P.S. 139lbs. BMI 21.8. Hate my life.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Hannah,

if you don't want to hang out with me, that's fine, but I'm now free tonight! Just offering up the option.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Second Star to the Right.


"It’s the directions to Neverland from Peter Pan. A place where you stay young forever. I think youth is one of the greatest things we get to experience as humans. When you’re young you feel like you have no power, but really you do. When you’re young you have the power to choose your destiny. I’ve seen too many people grow up and start to worry about everything far too much, I don’t want that to be the future me. This is just a reminder for me to keep stay youthful and to keep a young mind."

I really like the idea


of getting a blank frame tattooed. I might do it, actually. And then draw in it.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Just for you.


Can I borrow this book?

We live to die

another day.














Okay, maybe getting a little stoked for Christmas.

I am

repulsive. I just downed three-quarters of a jar of peanut butter, just eating it with a spoon. I feel awful.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Pangs






I was wrong again.










Hate this feeling.

I hate feeling so emotionally empty that you have to try and fill yourself with food, so you eat and eat and eat until your stomach is screaming and your skin is stretched tight, and you feel emptier than before, but you can't get rid of it because you deserve the punishment.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

What a night.

















I know I should get over him, but he makes me so happy.