It has become an issue here. We are arguing a lot lately. I am a cold-hearted lesbian. She is a bitch who deserves to die. These are our weapons. Words. Hurtful words. I'm not a lesbian. She doesn't deserve to die. We are angry. We are in close quarters. We are spending too much time together. I ate 2 donuts today. I feel like I am going to puke. I watched a television show about a huge, fat man last night. I will stay on my diet. I don't want to end up wearing bed sheets for clothes and going to the bathroom in my bed. That's what the fat guy did. I'm not thinking about anyone today. I'm feeling kind of down. Kind of aggravated. Kind of ugly. Kind of pathetic. I don't know if I can stand this any longer. We need some separate time. APART. I wish I lived on my own. I so wish that. Right now I am just annoyed and confused and angry and sad and ugly and fat and stupid and lazy and freaky and afraid and lost and alone and unloved and and and and everything else. I am breaking down. Falling apart. Watch me stumble. Watch me fall. I am done.