I'm still figuring out teen help.
I'm actually remembering a time when I thought about joining, because I thought about becoming bulimic (I wasn't comfortable in my body, I'm still not.)

Anyways.
Let me explain the name George.
I got George from my grandpa, he use to call me George just to bother me. I miss him so much. He didn't survive after surgery for stoumach cancer.

I can't spell for shit, and I swear a lot, so I'm sorry.

I'm...

I was gonna write a blog entry, but I don't know what to say.

Don't know what to feel.

Don't know how to cope.

I'm restricting again. It really messes up my mind. I honestly can't think straight.

So why am I doing this?

Not to get skinny. Not really. I don't care, I'll always look awful.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

My hands are so cold.

I want to give up on my school work...

Im so scared. I have a counselling appointment with both of my parents there. To talk about me wanting and trying to kill myself, lying, and me cutting again. Im gonna cry. Show weakness. I hope i can make it through the appointment. I hate my life so much right now. I wish i could just disapear for a month or two.

I promised my parents i wouldnt cut but i don't think i can keep that promise. Its so tempting to cut. Just to feel the pain, and blood will make me calm. It will help....

I almost got in a fight.
With who? Micah Adams.
I waa wearing her ex-boyfriends sweater. That's it. She slammed a desk into me. I didn't do anything. Neither did the teacher.


I don't really want to talk about it. It's just another thing making me realize I'm just a problem.

Man, this whole day..
Just gotta stay heartless.