Had two and a half soups this afternoon for a pick-me-up. Didn't work, feel shit. Tag 200 calories on to today. I'm kinda hungry now still though, not sure why, but whatever, I'll take it.
Fucked off at my brother, talking out of his ass as usual. Saying how disappointed my parents are in me and things like that. I don't even care if its true. I just care that he accused me of "creating my own problems," when I spend every day for the last five and a half years cutting myself and willing to cut deep enough to end it all. And he doesn't even know. No one caught on until I chose to tell them. Remind me again why I wasn't good at drama?
Thank God I'm outta here next year.
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