so we went on our SCHOOl trip wit sixflags.. itz was horrible got stuck on american eagle got shit all over me grace lost her purse had such a bad time then was so tried and depressed i like cant say what i wanna say here nemore cuz so many of my friends read thiz but yeah i feel soo fat like it drives me crazy i never knew thiz would like go on im took diet pills like 15 mins ago again.. i knoe there bad but when things are bad itz that not eatin.. or throwing up so 2day i woke up got readi then me and my dad were suppose to go to wildfire then snap and his like RADIo music thing in his car broke and hes like oo too bad i have to go fix it.. like his car is so important to him.. i fuckin cant stand him hes such a fuckin ass hole so now im not goin shopping and home no i feel fat, have no clothes, depressed,and lonely. fuck why do people live if there always so sad? isnt dieing gonna make them feel better cuz then they wont have to go threw thiz shit again?...