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[23 Aug 2005|11:20pm] Hey... that post I made a few weeks ago... about trying to get better? Yeah, fuck that. I feel like shit, but I'll feel like shit even without being "sick," so what's the real point? Things are going to suck no matter what; there's no sense in trying to make things better. It hurts to be alive, and I'm really starting to hate it. To hate this. I hate them. All of them. It's their fucking fault that I'm here. If they hadn't told my mother... fucking backstabbers. I'm really fucking lonely. I wish I had friends.. post comment

[19 Jul 2005|11:37pm] So, last night I went to talk to Dr. Milson, and, suprisingly.... I feel much better. I mean, I thought that a lot of what he was saying was total and utter bullshit, but just being able to open up to someone felt so good. Like I was human. It was nice. I'm. So. Bored. post comment

[OOC] [15 Jul 2005|11:47am] [ mood | ecstatic ] Hey everybody. I'm sure that many of you are aware that Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out a midnight tonight. I just wanted to let you all know that I won't be around much until Monday, at the earliest, since my life will be consumed by the book. I hope everyone has a great weekend! Love, Chelsea and Davey post comment

OOC Post [01 Jul 2005|10:51pm] Hey, everyone. I'm going to be away until July 7th. Just thought I'd give everyone a head's up. :) ~Chelsea and Davey post comment

[02 Apr 2005|05:33pm] [ mood | paranoid as fuck ] [ music | Mother of Mercy // Samhain ] Holy fucking shit. I'm just about ready to rip out all of my fucking hair. This is ridiculous! They've already made me eat twice so far today, and I just know they're going to make me eat later. For the first few days, I was able to not eat all of what they wanted me too... I said I "felt sick," but now they watch me like a fucking hawk. I can't even throw up in peace, goddammit! All the tricks I used on my mom don't fucking work here. They make me drink this supplement thing, too. It's called Ensure. They don't fucking care that I'm a vegan, they shove the fucking stuff down my throat. I hope they don't give me the tubes... all that shit going directly into my body... I'd die. I'm so fucking scared... they're making me fat, I know it... If anyone knows any tricks, please please please please PLEASE let me know. I'm getting so fucking desperate. 4 comments|post comment

[25 Mar 2005|08:48pm] [ mood | depressed ] [ music | Holding On // VNV Nation ] post comment

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