-I would weigh 300lbs.
— or starving myself/making myself vomit.
-Constantly be angry.
NO, I won’t “be calm” — you better not tell me too!
Spending spree? Getting drunk?
-Ball of emotions
I want to kill myself. No I don’t.
If I die, I won’t see him. I don’t want to see him.
He’s a fucking asshole. But, I miss him.
No I don’t. I love him.
Fuck it all. I’m tired.
Shoot me. I could paint a picture. No I can’t, I suck.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m just going to eat ice cream and watch movies all day.