My stomache feels sick. Somehow i think this was the wrong thing to do. Maybe i should've taken a longer break. One that would've meant something, given them a reason. i'm scared for Kimmie. i haven't seen her in an age or two, but it's something else. Like she's just disappeared. Ah, Nathan's dead. Nothing more on that, but i hope he's better off whever the hell he is. i feel so damn guilty. For everyone i've met, and everything i've done. i can't be bothered with getting out. It's a lie to try to think i can trick myself into having so much restriction with myself. i need to lose weight, too, but i acn't be bothered with that, either. There's noone to impress anymore. i wish people didn't have to be so blind. i wish they would see how much they're hurting me, and own up to it. And you're not even sorry. That's pathetic.