i live in a place called east cobb.
the people are full fo pride, and have nothing better to do than start drama.
andy and i are fighting.
one of my best friends and i are fighting.
my mom and i are fighting.
yesterday, i cried for 5 hours.
i felt so tired of living,
suicidal thoughts ran through my head frequently.
so i took off.
im at hilton head, south carolina,
and im still sad.
i feel alone.
i just want to feel cared about.
but no one does.
on the brightside,
my calories were under 500.
and im finally getting the hang of restricting again.
i hope you ladies are doing better than i am.
and i hope my vacation treats me kindly.