Day 17.
Day 17 for nonestop period. Maybe I'll set a world record...But I need some evidence...Damn me and my odd habit of not keeping bloody tampons to prove how long I've had my period. Sorry...I'm in a weird mood. Ever since they took me off my meds...I've been really tired...And I really haven't felt like doing anything all weekend. Audrey and I got into a spat too...She was talking about how I say things that hurt her feelings. She does them thing to me too though...I just don't say anything about it. Oh, and after a nice streak of not throwing up...I had to binge and throw up. So, I hate myself for being an amorphus blob with an ugly face stuck on it. I feel really down today...And everyone keeps telling me how much I've improved. Fuck you all...I haven't fucking improved! You don't know the first fucking thing about me or how I feel...You don't even care. No one gives a damn how I feel...Or whether I live or die. The only person I can say with confidence gives a damn about me is my dog...And that's the most depressing thing. He's my best friend...He's the only one who cares when I'm not around and when I cry. He's the only one who will let me hug him and who's actually happy when I'm around. HE'S the reason why I haven't killed myself...I don't want mom to take him away and she would if she found out about any of the stuff I do...
