13:50 - 25.03.2007
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it’s always the same, now isn’t it? i can be so good for a day or two, stick to everything perfectly, feel the pride of starving, and then in an instant, i fuck it all up and destroy everything. i’m convinced that peanut butter is the source of all evil in the world. i kill myself over it.

it’s going to be a long, arduous week. school resumes. my boyfriend’s only day off is today, and he is going to some concert with some people. i already miss him, and technically, i haven’t even not seen him yet because we never get to hang out on sundays.

i don’t want to be so stressed-out and broke and compulsive. i want something else. i don’t know what.

i'm taking a little break from working on my book of shadows right now. i’m hand-writing this new one, one slow page at a time.

these are my new boots for work, which should arrive in sixtoten business days. equally, i anticipate the arrival of certain indonesian cigarettes

memories of anal sex and alcohol cloud my mind. nothing like butt-fucking and binge-drinking.