But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nothing Interesting Why am I so tired? Why am I so drained? Something has got to pick me up. Give me energy, give me life. It is incredible how soon I can run out of energy. It is scary. I lie in bed, unable to move, unable to think... Hardly breathing. Last night I went to the movies with a few of my friends, who forced me to get out of the house. In the end I was grateful. My mom and brother drive me insane. Then Jori's friend from work begged us to spend the night at her house, which I very reluctantly agreed to, because she wanted to get drunk. Jori promised she wouldn't take one drink. She lied. But at least she didn't get drunk. Her friend passed around a pipe, which shocked me, because there was no mention of chronic. I was rather angry, and wanted to leave right then, not to mention she promised it would only be girls and then some guys showed up. Thank God I didn't do anything but eat a salad and drink my Diet Coke. And what was I so eager to get back to? My scale. I had to get to my scale. I realize it haunts me. I should throw it away, but that scares me more than anything. I am so sick of being so sick. 1:41 p.m. - 2003-11-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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