11:17
Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh.
I'm.so.fuckin'.TIRED.
There's not enough sleeping pills in the world.
Not even close.
My dads leaving for work tomorrow, at seven.
And I got soccer.
I should try the Salted-Ice Cube diet.
It seems to work.
I'm glad my teachers didn't give me pounds worth of homework...!
There's not enough Music, not enough fat, to tear from my fucking body.
I need to be smaller.
I'm not sick.
Oh, no- just because I don't wat, doesn't mean I'm sick.
Like, really?
Sickness, is coughing, coughing blood, runny nose, stomach ache.
Not dieting.
In the mouth of others, to them it's "dieting".
Well.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck ALL of you!
I heard there was a gun in the park.
Buried deep, underground, a rosebush, protecting it.
Damn it.
But I know what I'm doing next week.
At night.
Let's go to the Park- with a shovel, and some extra aimo, just in case.