Tuesday, September 20, 1994**And 12 years later, Elliot was born!
I feel like shit, I wanna die. I'm in a fight with every-one. I want a hug. I want to
cull curl up and sleep. I want to cry. I'm sick... my head is all stuffed up. I have to take some really big pills to stop my period cramps & get rid of P.M.S. Lucky.
School is ok. We get to go downtown at noon. K is still a gorgeous asshole. Dd is still cute... he stares at me in the hall. I haven't heard anything from or about M yet. Mom wants me to be friends with him. I don't know. I'm confused. Why don't guys like me? What's wrong with me? Am I really ugly or fat? I don't think I'm pretty or thin but my friends
I really want to die or something. Run away, lock myself in a mental hospital... Anything!
Life is dumb.