Mood: S.E.D.
Music: Avril Lavigne- Unwanted
Ugh....where to begin. I'm falling down, down, down. I feel like Bridget Jones in Bridget Jones' Diary. I've gained like 3 pounds since it happened, which is just crazy. My room's a mess...and my hair...let's not talk about. I do nothing productive...I just sit at my computer, on away, hoping someone will read my away message and come save me (no one ever does), or lay on the sofa, watching love stories and wishing I could make the t.v. explode. I've drawn nothing but gory pics lately, most of which I went outside and burned because I wanted no one to see them. Merf.
A.J. called me last night...which cheered me up a bit because it was unexpected. We talked for a bit...not a lot about my prob though because I knew I'd cry if we did...and I hate it when people see/hear me cry. We talked a lot about movies and stuff...about his trip to England last summer to visit Lara...the French....school...general stuff. It made me feel a bit better...he's a good friend.
Merf...I'm gonna go lay on my top bunk and feel sorry for myself now.
Lar [4:39 PM]