| Written by Diana, on 28-07-2002 22:36 |
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July 28, 2002-4 (9:36pm)
well, my father and i just went for a long drive...just to see "how the other half lives." we got a little lost and ended up taking some unpleasant strolls down memory lane--horses and Oxy--but "we didn't get shot and we saw some deer so i think we did okay," as my father so eloquently put it. i think i would have phrased it differently. i just ate a couple cheese nips and four green grapes, my stomach feels like it's going on strike. i got a 20oz regular soda and a big bag of cheese nips, i'm thanking god i didn't eat more than i did. yeah i didn't need that little drive past Oxy. I could just about shoot myself for leaving that place, for selling my horse. i still want to cut super bad. the drive only postponed it, then magnified it. i think i need to just get the hell outta Dodge...uh, i mean L.A. I need to get out of L.A. and if i go far enough *hint hint* they can come visit me if they want to see me so bad. i shouldn't be here, it just isn't good for me anymore. OMG it's starting to hit me that i only have partial three days next week instead of five. what the hell am i gonna do with myself? as one woman put it "she's not eating! she can't go down to three days!" my thought exactly (but without the exlamation marks)...I sitll don't see this anorexia thing as terribly serious. i guess it's all perspective.
Last update: 28-07-2002 22:36
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