first order of business:
jodi, you can go fuck yourself. seriously. the hell do you think you are? if you think you're some "ana goddess" or something, whatever. you might look good in the mirror (though that's doubtful), but on the inside you're ugly as the morbidly obese. "hugs and kisses!"
second order of business:
i got dumped. again. as soon as i got to band camp i got the text, right when i got off the bus. i didn't say a word. i just dropped all my shit, ran to zack and cried into his chest. my band director (the girl one, we have like 10 directors) ended up pulling me aside during a rehearsal break and told me to take all the time i needed to calm down. all weekend i was bipolar and i cried the whole 3 hour bus ride home. thank god zack invited my tears into his shoulder. i feel like he's the only one who really has my back, who isn't blowing it off just cuz this has happened so many times before. that doesn't make it hurt any less. she says it's not forever, she just can't handle not seeing eachother, which i guess i understand. still, i wish it wouldn't have happened.
i'm fasting until saturday. don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. first day of school tomorrow, and i'm only 20lbs lighter than the first day last year. progress. but not enough.
i miss you all. hope you're doing better than i am. shoot me emails if you want to contact me, it's easier to check than my blog. email@example.com
stay strong, think thin, live ana