Tattoo || m.c.

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*Day 5*

It's been a weird week. I don't think my depression has been as bad though, which is good.

I kissed this guy, I don't even know how it happened. He insulted me hours before but I am going to assume he was drunk and I was sleep-deprived. I don't think he will remember it.

Some boy was smirking at me today, I think he talked to Michael at one point. It wasn't a friendly smile or anything and it definitely wasn't flirty. It was uncomfortable and scary. He was scary.

I'm tired now, it's about two in the morning. I should go to bed. I have so many things to do though. Homework is so confusing and I'm starving but I can't eat. Michael was right about me being fat so I am putting myself on a diet. It's called don't eat for as long as you can. It's going really well so far.

My mom has finally returned back to her long hours of work. My therapist comes over weekly. My life would look like it was going well if I wasn't wanting to kill myself and have depression all the time.

Sleep.

*End of Day 5*