Thursday, April 15, 2010

Summer can't come fast enough.

I keep eating for them, they keep making me eat, I don't want this, I don't I don't I don't. I'm sick of it. I'm sickkkk of it, I don't want this any more. I never did. Stop making me eat, stop checking up on me. Stop, stop, stop!!!

I'm so depressed all the time. I can't be beautiful if they keep forcing me to be like everyone else. I'm still "thin" by their standards, and I know I'm not obesely fat or anything. I have no idea what I weigh. I don't wanna know. I want this all to stop. I want the summer to come NOW.

When summer gets here, I'll be gone too much for them to make me eat. I'm doing a decent job of acting like it doesnt bother me, so maybe they'll even trust me by then. R is going to be gone for a month in the summer. When he comes back, I swear I'll be beautiful for him.

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