| Current music: | Happiness & the Fish - Our Lady Peace |
I have a strong urge to just lay on the floor and grab at air.. while crying for an extended period of time. Only, all my music and playlists are gone. I accidentally synced with Joey's itunes.. drrrr. So.. i can't do that. Which is fine with me. With my luck, Joey will come home while i'm killing myself. Causing another failed suicide attempt. I don't even feel like dieing right now, honestly.
Right now.. i feel like going back in time.. And throwing up everything i've eaten for the past month and a half. Joey sucks, honestly. He either knows, or he's trying to get me to confess. Everytime someone mentions bulemia on tv or whatever.. he always has a comment to me.. like "is that how it makes you feel?" He always had anorexic comments.. But this only started when he caught me that day. Yet.. He only had an idea that he caught me.. and i played stupid. Now.. i'm so fucking afraid that he'll find out and talk to me about it. Why doesn't he just leave me be? He's always there when i'm hungry. Can't he just play dead after i eat? We all know he likes the skinny bitches anyway. Who cares how i got that way?
I have to pee so fucking bad.
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