Tried to recover (again), inadvertently started starving (again).
I realize that I'm playing with my life, but in the words of Edith Piaf,
"You've got to play with something."Oh well, at least there's a possibility of being thin now?
But the only thing I can't stand is lying, constantly.
I miss him so much, even though I should be over him by now.
I reacted poorly to a stinging remark from my sister tonight.
"You should have a boyfriend."I know I should have a boyfriend.
I just don't know how.
I'm awkward and stubborn and mean and fat.
I'm just not worth anybody's time.
But anyway, I got really sad about that.
But um. I guess I'm back on Xanga.
Hi everybody.
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