well here i am again.

i haven't had a drink since last sunday. go for me. but i feel like it doesn't really count because i've been sick as a dog. head cold, throwing up, chills and fever, the works. this is the first time i've left the house since tuesday. i still don't feel well but i had to come into school cause i am SO BEHIND ALREADY. this blows. i should be back in bed.

i suffer from sever disappointment-itis. everything everyone and anyone does disappoints me. even myself. where did i get these ridiculously high expectations? where does it come from?

and how come no one can live up to it? i'm sick of being disappointed.

i'm disappointed with disappointment.

starving + bleeding